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Latest post Thu, Dec 16 2004 9:23 PM by anita_a. 1 replies.
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anita_a  +  61875 Thu, 16 Dec 04 09:23 PM
An aborning poem
in a dulcet voice
extemporaneous
raiment with frills
empyrean of glory
Promethean with thoughts
pastiche of myth
And sagacious concern
prinked and coiffed for show
redolent with aroma of life
in acerbic tone
of fecund imagination
And the outcome
A recherché poem.



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Sunny California
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Cheers,Anita
anita_a  +  62811 Wed, 22 Dec 04 01:05 AM
Well, I know that is a little tough to understand without the dictionary! How's this one with a lot of verbs.....


Rage

I pulled my hair
I stomped my feet
I wringed my hands
I cried
I screamed
I shouted
I bbroke a vase
I threw things away
My eyes became red
My eyebrows twiched
My nostrils flared up
The hair on my skin stood up
The heat flapped up my ears
I lost control of myself
I burst with rage

I was madly in Love.
I didn't know what to do!
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