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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?
Development updates from Twitter:
Random Poem:
| Male bonding |
DianaTrees
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grandpa teaches his progeny how to party | 1 |
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Three jerk the circle out of round: father, | 2 |
son and son, ghosts of men yet to come. Prick | 3 |
the brain, tiny thoughts: hate seeds, | 4 |
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and no eggs in sight. Faggots flame | 5 |
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around one boy at circle's center. He pinpoints | 6 |
their protests. He knows too much: | 7 |
at their core, he threatens, hence, jerks | 8 |
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the circle round and round. Tiny pricks | 9 |
point the way to future bonding: tangles | 10 |
of legs, silver pants and manly slaps. | 11 |
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Each ass waits for its own good job. | 12 |
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