| She isn't climbing over that alcove. And she can't be that insecure. As I was saying at Howard's Inn. It's the drinks-that happy cures. |
A man with an unblockable view of the moon. By duplicating himself like a robot. Odd floppy airplane that will never fly. At bottom of lake facing hill top. |
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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