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A confusing and probably meaningless poem.

The Field is here.
Formed of Psi, Chi, Faith and Experience.
It is Akashic.
Salad.
Just Salad.
And grapes, man I love grapes.
Grapes of wrath?
What made the grapes angry?
Wrath is a deadly sin.
but so is stupidity.
I think.

Oh.
I Almost Forgot.
Something I just have to say.
without it my day is incomplete.


Yams.
And the Game.
That is all.

If you can find a purpose to this I would like to hear it.

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  • tidoubleguher
    October 30

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    Sometimes the most random poems like this are the most fun to read. shows a line of thinking. We had to do that in English once. Write a paragraph where each sentence is the spring board for the next. example

    I am typing on my keyboard. My keyboard is gray. Gray is an ugly color. Witches are ugly. Witches remind me of halloween. Halloween is tomorrow. Tomorrow is after today. Today has beeen a bad day and its only 9am.

    stupid but i loved this write


  • BaBoOn 101
    October 1, 2008
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    I WANT AN APPLE!1!!!111!!oneeleven!1!!


  • The Brokenhearted...
    September 30, 2008
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    wow. how deep and insightful...


  • PsychoticallyInsane
    September 23, 2008
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    WONDERFUL....GREAT JOB!!! good grapes grandma - matt