The atmosphere grew dim with a dyslexia of clemency – a chilly breeze cast a vacuumous™ borealis which penetrated the innermost essence of humanity, yet Tom slept.
An expression of grief encircled his countenance with a Ravishing Rick of Rudeness and dementia unfamiliar to the undertaker.
Gravitatious supremacy regimented throughout the coups, and as the pallbearer prepared an ultimate grapple for the chain, it was all in vain. The dog was already dead. Woof.
A contest entry
- Blasphemous Rumours by Exodus.
500 points, ended February 5, 2007, 17 entries
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Great writing and impressive skills thank you for entering my contest..
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WELCOME TO ALLPOETRY
I am a greeter here and would like to welcome you to the site. I think that you have quite a grasp of the language, and did a great job showing that here.
I see you entered a contest, and I wish you luck. I also hope that you enjoy your time here, and please feel free to ask any questions that you may have.
Despair
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Oh my! This is one of those poems that to understand, you have to allow yourself to fully sink into it. Your use of language is incredible and paints an amazing picture. Not only that but you have used correct punctuation and grammar, and used it well. Thankyou for entering such an astounding piece
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