poetry critical

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Poetry Critical 2.0

Hey guys, Donald here.

In a few weeks, this site will be 9 years old. 9 years! And I still know some of the earliest submissions by heart.

But, boy. That’s like 102 in web-years. So it’s time for something new. I’m building that something now with my nights-and-weekend minutes (and plenty of coffee). Buy me a cup?

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Random Poem:

when mudpies tasted good
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I knew you back when
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I could burp
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and you’d laugh and call it cute
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When boys had cooties
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(everyone but you)
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When I said I’d never shave my legs
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and that makeup was for girly-girls
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and that surely wouldn’t be me
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I had better things to think about
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- like where my Carebear bandaids were
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to cover the scrapes on both my knees
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Sticks and stones couldn’t break my bones
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for nothing bad could last
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but laughter was immortal
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was immortal
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Destinations just over the hilltop were always found
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with GI Joes marching next to me
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trailing Barbies behind them
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(blonde bombshell hostages)
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-Who cares about a Barbie beach house now?-
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I knew you before
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at a time when socks didn’t have to match
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and I was cool
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because I made the best mudpies around
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and beat  all the boys in every race
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But aren’t I much too young
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to keep one foot in the past?
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Because now that I think of it
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my socks still don’t match
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and Barbie’s still now cool
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   the only difference is that now
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   I can see past the mudpies, burps, bruised knees and cooties
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       and somehow,
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       The mudpies just don’t taste so good anymore.
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