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Standing in the cold,

Nothing but my little jacket to keep me warm,

I knew a girl,

Just like me,

Only her hair was red,

And she wasn't me,

But we both had jackets

And we were standing in the cold

Waiting for the bus to take us home.

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Isn't this style of poem something you'd expect to see in a community newsletter, written by some 60 year old resident that kept their little "talent" secret all these years?
*sigh* It sickens me that I wrote this...

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©6 November 2001 - 11:44am — andshedied
14 January 2002 - 10:50pm — Monk 13 (not verified)
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Okay now that I have wiped the vomit off my chin and keyboard, lemme say, what a spiffy poem this is. Even though you hate it and it does sound like a senior citizens poem it was still written well and the title allows you to get away with it with humor and sarcasm. Most nifty-like and such nonsensical adjectives. Okay then bye bye now.

7 November 2001 - 11:44am — ugonna
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Thought provoking, Rachael! Yet humane in all of its contemplative reality! Thank you so much! Ugonna