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Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2020 19:14:06 GMT
The fire was hot like ice.
The ocean was deep like the sky.
The kettle, crimson and copper, like a fat penny.
Whistled for thee, whistled for thee...oh, but never for I.
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Post by Power Ranger on Jan 19, 2020 21:10:07 GMT
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Post by Flying Monkeys (Flying/Monkeys on Jan 20, 2020 12:19:55 GMT
I remember you a few month ago talking about crap poetry and using 'hot like ice' or 'cold like fire' as an example.
Presumably you are therefore posting this as an example of bad poetry.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2020 13:49:19 GMT
I remember you a few month ago talking about crap poetry and using 'hot like ice' or 'cold like fire' as an example. Presumably you are therefore posting this as an example of bad poetry. I worked on this poem for three years. |
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Post by Flying Monkeys (Flying/Monkeys on Jan 20, 2020 17:25:29 GMT
I worked on this poem for three years. It was a long time like an instant. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2020 17:34:09 GMT
I worked on this poem for three years. It was a long time like an instant. That was beautiful. |
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