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Post by Engelbert Humpalot on Oct 4, 2010 14:17:45 GMT
Oh cold and icy moon
I foresee your light
Shining in the night
Casting a shadow
On my own waiting gravestone
Which will be neglected
By naked passers-by and loiterers
From the nearby gay cruising ground.
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Chintee
Senior Poet
Hero of Arizona
Posts: 44
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Post by Chintee on Oct 5, 2010 21:37:51 GMT
Haha, I didn't see those last two lines coming. No pun intended.
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Adamastor
Senior Poet
The Poetic Rocker of Oldham
Posts: 29
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Post by Adamastor on Oct 12, 2010 0:40:40 GMT
Re: Staring at my gravestone.
So, you bought one early eh? Well done. I enjoy funny poems about cottaging.
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Post by Pierre on Oct 12, 2010 19:59:31 GMT
Cottaging? Are you a poofter, then?
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