twelveoone
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writing a poem with just the story tags?
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writing a poem with just the story tags?
shhhh, I've been selling my book here, if anybody asks about Iambic Deathometeroh, is this like QI and you're Stephen Fry?
*looks for elephants in the room*
writing a poem with just the story tags?
bitter air's the only phrase there i like! and no, i hadn't thought of doing that. it might make for an interesting poem, though.http://search.literotica.com/search.php?type=poem
Popular Poem Searches
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BTW here is your real hierarchy.
(i have no idea how bitter air got there)
rigorously enforced by certain select shitheads nameless for ever more
http://www.literotica.com/p/well-bugger-me-paul
http://www.literotica.com/stories/storyfeedbackboard.php?id=261470&pagehint=6
cough, cough, some people think I'm bad
writing a poem with just the story tags?
are we talking about my Postcardhowdy there 1201-
Weren't you the one that said just because it is thought of doesn't mean it should be done
I remember someone attempting a cliche only poem and it was rancid and that was popular opinion, not just mine.
There have been some so boring they seemed as if they were tags only poems.
Would that qualify as found poetry?
p.s. when I saw dear Ellie's quote, I thought of you and your great mind.
~ maria
howdy there 1201-
Weren't you the one that said just because it is thought of doesn't mean it should be done
I remember someone attempting a cliche only poem and it was rancid and that was popular opinion, not just mine.
There have been some so boring they seemed as if they were tags only poems.
Would that qualify as found poetry?
p.s. when I saw dear Ellie's quote, I thought of you and your great mind.
~ maria
originally cliché poem
Lust shoveled in a bucket
and toted over yonder
to Ernest McGee.
Farmer and Hoe in the barn,
both blazing.
I pitched the contents on their fire
but passion leapt higher.
The loft ignited.
Sparks fell into the hay,
injured.
I soothed all three
with lust from the bottom of the bucket.
(Okay, no laughing at my poem)