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Sometimes when I wipe,
There's nothing on the paper.
Clean poops are the best.
thepooper
on 24th July, 2009
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Tell us your stories.
In seventeen syllables
much can be expressed
anonymous
on 24th June, 2009
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When the sandstorm ends
Even though splashed with scarlet
Iran remains green.
ani wandaryan
on 18th July, 2009
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Fog inside my brain
White stuff blankets hills outside
Caffeine will clear mine
cascade lily
on 17th July, 2009
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A Ghost to some folk,
Apparition to others.
Solid but for words.
inkdrop81
on 29th June, 2009
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