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2rivers
2rivers
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under my scraps lay genius
copied intent, gray scoops
stolen pebbles and ruby gems
people from your history
not my diesel school
un-thought-of plagiarized
stolen hot thieved lifted
spaces surrounded by idea words
hauled away in a red gray half ton
pick-em up truck

occupy space,
this bozo is a piston
wearing in the bore
over lubricated
up under

in celebration of monster building ending
let’s dance

2rivers
2rivers
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jthserrajthserraabout 20 years ago
And again...

(I read beauty first) this time with a big stick. A powerful inditement, excellent poem.

jim :)

annaswirlsannaswirlsabout 20 years ago
whoa

cuts right to the nerve, and then ends with a

"in celebration of monster building ending

let?s dance"

you are 2cool, 2Rivers

annaswirlsannaswirlsabout 20 years ago
whoa

cuts right to the nerve, and then ends with a

"in celebration of monster building ending

let?s dance"

you are 2cool, 2Rivers

sandspikesandspikeabout 20 years ago
Cool...

I'll be honest, I don't really understand it all, but

it reads well to me. I have a lot to learn and this poem

is a good lesson.

WickedEveWickedEveabout 20 years ago
up under :)

yes, there is genius up under your scraps.

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