So here goes nothin'.
F*cking hell.
dun DOO DOO dun DAH
Friends are all we'll ever be
it whispers in the trees
fingers digging into her hair.
I guess sleeping past noon really is a waste of my time.
like a road map of the soul
telling lies to all who take a moment to listen
and Yesterday,
that itch beneath my skin
but then there are those days when I see how happy other people are
but there are times when thats all I want
screaming screaming
that booze
$300 of shopping to do and $.57 with which to do it
Author notes
Do you want me to post all the pieces that these lines are from?
A contest entry
- The Magic of THREE! Stealing the third line from your own poems to build a new poem! by Melodies.
600 points, ended March 16, 2008, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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No, you do not have to post where the lines came from...
Your fingerprints are all over this whirlwind of a poem and you realize, don't you, that this poem is absolutely fabulous?
Oh, line upon line, your true talent is absorbed onto this entry. 
YAY YAY YAY! 
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why thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed reading it.
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I'm liking this contest. It's something different. Your lines work well with each other, and your piece almost sounds like a stream of consciousness type thing. Good luck!
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thank you!
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I love these contests lol Great Job ~Bret~
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that last line is a killer.
great piece .. really sad, too =( feel better and keep writing -
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thanks! I'm not really sad. its just the way this piece turned out.
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Love the inroductory lines
works well....then yep absolutely senseless but damn funny. Am having a ball reading the entries.grin*good luck
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thanks!
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