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LOC: Roseville, CA
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Curiosity killed all the cats in my hat,
They each died a slow death to be eaten by rats.
The rats also passed as they choked on the hair,
I find this amusing since rabbits weren’t there.

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Bring a light to each pumpkin intended to glare. By the height of this night we'll see ghosts that aren't there. Let us toast to all things to distract from what scares. We all boast so heroic 'til evil just stares. From the full of our hallow find nothing but fear. Peel apart from your real and see things that aren't here. Once again let us toast to stay focused on cheers. Grow deceived by the dark and those sounds in your ears. What is worse than a curse when you know you're alone? Which of...
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Again, again, I rummage through my mind until again. Again, it always changes, let me wait upon the when. Again depends on when, but when this happens seems unknown. Let us wait upon the when again 'til when it's never shown. My friends, it seems again is gone, I lost it once before. Again, it hasn't happened, but its instance I adore. So when has been the time again that waits to show its face. I guess I'll wait for now again while moments lose their grace. I've been frozen in the distance s...
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Let us live to enlighten or die with the past. I have tried to survive though I know I won't last. Holy waters divide through these deltas we wander. A blaspheme I, shall I swim or just ponder? It seems like a waste, all my haste I don't spend. Still time sits relentless, it goes to no end. I'll mind all my minutes with hopes to stand out. Left weakened by faith but to thought I'm devout. Don't call me religious, indiginous me. Which way to each altar, I'll pray to steer free. By means of goo...
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Limericks / Cabin Beaver
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For a time I had lived in a cabin, With a lumber-Jill girl I was shaggin'. Like a saw I went through her, She was a fine screwer, But now she's a man so no braggin'.
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Limericks / Weak-end Booty
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Alas, there's a Jane I've been layin'. The doe to my buck I'm displayin'. I'm the hunter inside her, But she's gotten wider, New saddles too soon I'll be blazin'.
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Poetry / CLOTH
I think that this write was written as a thought of uncertain response. From what I've seen, I would have say that "Cotton Wool" didn't help contribute to the forming of your "CLOTH". I would actually have to admit that "Cotton Wool" is a much better poem. This poem seems to me to be lacking, I would say that this is mainly due to the weak usage of wording and a somewhat poor structure. The first two stanzas are OK but after that everything gets a bit screwy. First, "no thing has meaning" sou...
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Poetry / These Daisys 4
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Poetry / Reagan's America
This didn't really seem like a poem to me but it was written quite well and it does manage to tell a story. A couple of things did manage to stand out to me. The first thing would have to be how line 11 seems to jog right off the page. This appears to be something that was unintended. I did catch a few comments that were most definately racially motivated. These comments didn't help to enhance your write in my opinion. If anything, they only took away from a really good write. Perhaps this wa...