| I'm at war with nature's hour. Perfecting my one two punch. Explaining to rhyme but never touching. Then winning by right hand lunch. |
Don't you think it would be a comical trend. If all Internet submit buttons said flush. And everyday people cleared their minds. Smiled at the neighbors and threw hush. |
The poem that wins your vote migrates up a Ladder in rank one step.
The poem that looses your vote migrates down a Ladder in rank one step.
Go see the real time Ladder results, (but please
contribute six or seven votes first).
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