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Poetry
Aug 7, 2003 4:24:45 GMT -5
Post by forsythe p. jones on Aug 7, 2003 4:24:45 GMT -5
Who likes poetry? I, for one, do.
Check this poem out. I wrote it. They're putting it in a book. What a bunch of idiots.
Turmoil Carbonite Sanction
Frost bitten, starved and confused. Cancel the orders, they all went home. It's too dark for them to see the train. In the distance, I can see it approaching. Won't this affect our pseudo-outfits? Tear up the forms! I never want to see you wearing that again. I don't think I would've liked it. My parents were mormons. Full or empty? Does the knob turn?
Somebody filled it with cheese.
Isn't that what you should fill it with?
Speaker oil. Oil. TOIL. TURmoil.
Soiled. Pants. Laundry time!
Radam Fothergill
I have 2 theories. #1. Poetry.com is run by goldfish. #2. I'm a poetic genius.
I'm leaning towards #2 though.
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Poetry
Aug 7, 2003 4:51:23 GMT -5
Post by Chrisonfire on Aug 7, 2003 4:51:23 GMT -5
That poem rules dude. It's like... so... free...
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Poetry
Aug 7, 2003 14:00:23 GMT -5
Post by Tyler on Aug 7, 2003 14:00:23 GMT -5
poetry.com prints EVERYTHING. the just want you to buy the damn book that they put your poem into.
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Poetry
Aug 7, 2003 14:41:51 GMT -5
Post by forsythe p. jones on Aug 7, 2003 14:41:51 GMT -5
Hey, you shut up.
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Poetry
Aug 7, 2003 18:57:11 GMT -5
Post by ryandyck on Aug 7, 2003 18:57:11 GMT -5
radam has true artistic insight and is gifted in the way of the english language. stick that in your book and sell it!
its ridikulus
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Poetry
Aug 7, 2003 19:47:03 GMT -5
Post by forsythe p. jones on Aug 7, 2003 19:47:03 GMT -5
I wrote a new poem today.
The Generosity Box
Toiletries packed into his bag well in advance. Cleanliness could never find it's way in these hard times. Ground. Side effects include nausea, diarrhea, and a broken tail-light. These papers were presented to me sometime last year... Net. I didn't believe it at first glance. The.
Hepatitis was now more present in my mind than ever. You. How could a ground ball make it into the outfield? Pay attention, shortstop. The game's over now... Might as well just forfeit. Defeat. Crayon. Support. Heavy. Disappointment. Collaboration. Effort. Saxophone. Argument. Pegasus. It was. Eyes. The.
Radam Fothergill
Copyright ©2003 Radam Fothergill
See that "c"? It means you can't nick it.
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Poetry
Aug 8, 2003 11:53:01 GMT -5
Post by Steve M on Aug 8, 2003 11:53:01 GMT -5
wow
amazing truly amazing
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Poetry
Aug 8, 2003 13:24:14 GMT -5
Post by Tyler on Aug 8, 2003 13:24:14 GMT -5
sniffle... that was... good. i really enjoyed the use of punctuation
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Poetry
Aug 8, 2003 20:12:59 GMT -5
Post by Stuci Firme on Aug 8, 2003 20:12:59 GMT -5
i like the part about the saxaphone
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Poetry
Aug 10, 2003 2:01:51 GMT -5
Post by forsythe p. jones on Aug 10, 2003 2:01:51 GMT -5
Okay, I'm going to write another poem right now... in like 6 minutes
The Ukranian Exchange
Former british footballers line up before entering the contest Cheesefest in the middle of August How unlikely is that? Free your mind, your brain is showing.
This is mellow... I kind of like it.
Pepsi max. It's a gamble, I wouldn't trust that thing. Through. Controller. Goalie.
I can't see the screen. The screen is seeing right through me. Tension. A tough conversation. Portable cello.
Gang signs. I can see through that grin... and it doesn't look good from here. Doesn't look good: from here.
Change is heartwarming. Friends are up for trade. Opinions and follicles. My hair is falling apart. I can't say that I'm surprised.
The evil sausage has painted his face, and he's headed towards me. GSSSSHHHHHDDJJJJJ!!!!!!!!
So this is what death feels like.
Radam Fothergill
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Poetry
Aug 10, 2003 12:27:48 GMT -5
Post by josiahh on Aug 10, 2003 12:27:48 GMT -5
you should write lyrics for the winks...
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Poetry
Aug 18, 2003 2:04:06 GMT -5
Post by forsythe p. jones on Aug 18, 2003 2:04:06 GMT -5
Can You Paint Me a Solar Panel?
"moderators" block my mind but all i can think of is "becuz it's fun" Trivial Pursuit is right here, but there are missing pieces, I find myself with a heavy misunderstanding of "water polo".
Could you support that? I find only one thing wrong with the current state of objectivity...
Hyenas... they're all hyenas, I can't believe it. My eyes space out as if I was in a caustic saxophone.
Tulips in a field, surrounded by a fenced off unit. Orbital science, perchance? Forensics?
I need not sit here and decapitate my reasons. For you, I roll my eyes. I sit here and fog my lenses.
I join thee in jovial loveliness. horses surround the tracking. No matter what, we win. Our team is stacked, but I'm not complaining.
I love. <3.
Radam Fothergill
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Poetry
Aug 18, 2003 13:29:44 GMT -5
Post by rad on Aug 18, 2003 13:29:44 GMT -5
you're rad on so many levels it's not even funny.
e-mail me in my hotmale account. radamfothergill@hotmail.com
i'm waiting. honey.
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Poetry
Aug 18, 2003 13:34:18 GMT -5
Post by jonny hughes on Aug 18, 2003 13:34:18 GMT -5
i used to wonder if exchange students from other countries would be like, "man, this hotmale email stuff is really popular here!" then proceed to look up, "www.hotmale.com" at school.
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Aug 18, 2003 15:50:14 GMT -5
Post by forsythe p. jones on Aug 18, 2003 15:50:14 GMT -5
HAHA jonny, you're ultra charged!
When did you get to be so cute?
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