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Wield Wile


Author: monad
ASL Info:    64/M/California
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Words: 373
Class/Type: Poetry /Misc
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Sorry but I'm resubmitting this .


Wield Wile



Ramble shamble gamble preamble .

Wild child dialed beguiled .

Crawl small ; fall tall ; wall all ; mall brawl doll you all .

Black sack fact track Jack smack wack maniac pack . Back hack , knack flack , lack kayak rack tack .

Phone roan tone zone bone hone ; drone known . Own moan loan .

Talk rock ; gawk hawk ; shock lock ; cock dock ; balk , stalk walk .

Bristling gristle glimmer glisten .

Quaint paint saint feint aint .

Expressed suppressed repressed biased .

Ecstatic emphatic fanatic .

Lecherous treacherous .

Obtuse abstruse .

Whirl curl ; hurl furl .

Test west quest ; jest guessed ; blessed best crest behest . Conquest , invest zest ; rest nest .

Cohort cavort . Gulch mulch .

Raven haven saven braven .




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  Rhyme time! How sublimely you combine, bending endings, wending and blending, I see naught requiring mending so I'll finish by sending~chris
| Posted on 2011-02-07 00:00:00 | by ponykeeper | [ Reply to This ]
  I like this! I've never seen this kind of writing before! Can you exsplain to me what kind of writing this is and what its about I would realy like to know more im very interested
| Posted on 2011-02-05 00:00:00 | by grimmreaper | [ Reply to This ]
  As all your emotions fall to prime-evil suffering,
rhyme is the final release to forever's suffering. The shadows ultimate demise, is a mote of soot within the amber glow of whiskeys final lie. The quaint scent of arterial paint glows umber in feelings of doom. The room grows blacker, colder still as you remember your first innocent kill. Death is to a braven heart as lust is tied to forever, a sin apart. Dementia foretells the final lie, when all that is remember is the glory of a squishing eye.
| Posted on 2011-01-08 00:00:00 | by DaleP | [ Reply to This ]


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