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U=ME²
Albermund

I cannot bear the thought of me
 1
 
 
and me:
 2
 
 
And how are me today?
 3
 
 
and would me like to splash through muddy tracks up rugged hill;
 4
peruse, infuse the views all bracken bruised then stumble
 5
down as back-end panto horse in
 6
giggs of fittles,  splishing
 7
 
 
sploshing home to snuggle up
 8
with battered nanas
 9
fried to fritters...
 10
 
 
 
 
As rain assaults
 11
the window
 12
pains
 13
 
 
I cannot bear the thought of me
 14
 
 
and me.
 15

3 Jan 12

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maybe you are just hanging from tags.  
 — unknown

?
 — unknown

meh -- i mean, meme...

gneiss!
:p
 — fractalcore

Make mine a pint. cheers, fract :)
 — unknown

tweaked
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intriguing poem.  consider omitting line 3?  also, change 'me' to 'I' in 4?  like it muchso otherwise.  diggin the title too!
 — JKWeb

I like the "me" and L3, JK, but also like that you gave this some attention and I, food for thought. Ta ver much. ;)
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