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I gave her my mind, and she in turn disposed of its riches. A scarecrow soul I shall live to be, amidst the corn of so many forgotten fields. Listen, one can hear the scarecrow’s sudden yell, as he remembers and forgets the theft of his own brain. -jonathon shank |
dude chill write. its awesome. remembering and then forgeting the theft of yer brain. thats real and coool. peace Grim | Posted on 2007-09-17 00:00:00 | by DaGrimReaperess | [ Reply to This ] | oh jonathan the scarecrow? maybe not, maybe the scarecrow is just identifuable, reasonable that he should scream with no brain, but plenty of heart and courage to love...shame shame. | | Posted on 2007-08-03 00:00:00 | by madhatress | [ Reply to This ] | That was friggen awsome. It is short and simple. To the point and deep. I like it a lot. Some of it is difficult to understand like what certain things represent, but that is poetry. | | Posted on 2007-02-27 00:00:00 | by Jessica Lynn | [ Reply to This ] | |