| Many white boats docked working hard. At achieving perfect singled positioning. Long before the history of sand. The more of man was listening. |
As never say good morning man. I fight for all terms unsung. Ideas so small they have no voice. Yet every man points at one. |
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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