once i heard about this site
where poets could converge
it brought good poetry to light
and there was inspiration on every page.
and all of this circle
headed by a guy named gavin
was absolutely wonderful-
one of the only places
that made the net worth havin.

but oh, the days would change-
the nights would become dark
and soon, the days were full of rage
because it seemed he took it apart.
sold his soul to the devil, i'd hear
and the 'burn him at the stake's rang clear
the end of an era arose,
because we were all so gullible.

04/01/2003

Author's Note: not exactly a great poem. i'm in a hole right now.

Posted on 04/01/2003
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