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Post by Kaez on Apr 22, 2009 0:18:51 GMT -5
And in all directions;
Massive silvery towers;
Sparkled in gentle;
And chromatic Sunlight.
Buried in the plumbing;
The wires and the rocky;
Over-tilled soil;
The last tree lie resting.
And the tombstone that loomed;
Over - Systematically;
Made of stainless steel;
Laser-carved monospaced.
And it read nothing but;
"Simple economics."
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Post by WJChesek ((Evern)) on Apr 22, 2009 9:18:49 GMT -5
Nice... Not much of one for poetry, am I, but still... Nice.
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Post by Kaez on Apr 22, 2009 9:25:06 GMT -5
Nice... Not much of one for poetry, am I, but still... Nice. Thanks :]] |
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Post by Jenny (Reffy) on Apr 22, 2009 10:22:59 GMT -5
Interesting. Not sure how much I liked it. It grows on you. I had to come back and read it a second time.
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Post by Kaez on Apr 22, 2009 13:01:44 GMT -5
My experience with poetry goes as far as rhyming. Though I do appreciate the funny in yours. Or perhaps not so funny. It's funny in a very sad kind of way, yeah. But no rhyming, just a meter. |
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Post by James on Apr 22, 2009 22:59:26 GMT -5
I thought it was a Shakespearian sonnet for a second...
I am unimpressed, I was misled.
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It was good.
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Post by Kaez on Apr 22, 2009 23:01:15 GMT -5
I thought it was a Shakespearian sonnet for a second... I am unimpressed, I was misled. ... It was good. Best review I've ever gotten. *tips hat* |
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Post by James on Apr 22, 2009 23:06:28 GMT -5
I thought it was a Shakespearian sonnet for a second... I am unimpressed, I was misled. ... It was good. Best review I've ever gotten. *tips hat* ... You tricked me into thinking you wrote a sonnet... You nearly made me respect you. You're lucky you got a 'It was good', good sir. |
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Post by Kaez on Apr 22, 2009 23:09:51 GMT -5
Best review I've ever gotten. *tips hat* ... You tricked me into thinking you wrote a sonnet... You nearly made me respect you. You're lucky you got a 'It was good', good sir. I was hoping I'd make -somebody- think that. It is set up exactly like a sonnet. Though, much unlike a sonnet, it's written in 6756. |
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