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				| 1. | 17 Mar 2007 Sat 11:25 pm |  
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	four out of ten of love
 like greeting an abyss
 like merging with a crowd
 like cursing a fraud
 like whistling a song
 is to love you.
 
 
 17 March'07, Warsaw
 
 
 Comments of any kind are welcome.
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				| 2. | 18 Mar 2007 Sun 11:25 am |  
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				| 3. | 18 Mar 2007 Sun 01:33 pm |  
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	Yeah, that's why:
 to write a poem is
 like teaching you a lesson
 like ridiculing your claxon
 like making you fall into a trap
 like inserting in your ass a strap
 
 
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				| 4. | 18 Mar 2007 Sun 03:02 pm |  
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	Like a snowflake resting on your nose,
like a raindrop trickling down your cheek,
 Like a sunbeam reflecting in our hair
 Like a lazy wind, searing your bones
 
 From Mount Everest
 
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				| 5. | 18 Mar 2007 Sun 06:42 pm |  
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	Libralady- Though not so complete in every respect as mine, your poem, too, is a very good work,
like a fresh breath from Alps
 like a sudden cry from depths
 like a quick turning a bend
 like a greeting from a friend.
 
 
 
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				| 7. | 18 Mar 2007 Sun 09:49 pm |  
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	Robyn - Lately you have seemed to be so frightened. Please,  my dear poor Robyn, please don't fear! Nothing can harm you. I am here beside you. Just try to confess... don't ever fear!... confess, Robyn...that you prefer mine, not libralady's... that you adore my poem rather than hers.    
 
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				| 8. | 18 Mar 2007 Sun 10:18 pm |  
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	 | Quoting Quasimodo: Robyn - Lately you have seemed to be so frightened. Please,  my dear poor Robyn, please don't fear! Nothing can harm you. I am here beside you. Just try to confess... don't ever fear!... confess, Robyn...that you prefer mine, not libralady's... that you adore my poem rather than hers.    
 
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 It took as long to think of it as it did to type it - about 30 seconds!!
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				| 9. | 18 Mar 2007 Sun 11:45 pm |  
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	 | Quoting Quasimodo: Robyn - Lately you have seemed to be so frightened. Please,  my dear poor Robyn, please don't fear! Nothing can harm you. I am here beside you. Just try to confess... don't ever fear!... confess, Robyn...that you prefer mine, not libralady's... that you adore my poem rather than hers.    
 
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 i'm sorry it must just be that lately i swallowed a 'be truthful' pill and i'm fresh out of confessions
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				| 10. | 18 Mar 2007 Sun 11:46 pm |  
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	 | Quoting libralady: 
It took as long to think of it as it did to type it - about 30 seconds!!
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 You see, Robyn, even libralady herself confesses that she wrote her poem in 30 seconds. So, how  can you expect such a 30 second poem to be perfect and preferable to mine? Please open your eyes to facts and see mine is far better than hers. At least I spent so much more time than 30 seconds!
 
 
   
 P.S. Like many of yours, this post, too, went killing-two-birds-with-one-post-type!
 
 
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