something deep something dreary something real something raw
simply sweet as a sunrise slipping slowly from the sea
sundry solo songs of dewdrops running to the mythic feilds
without pretense without purpose without bordom without base
willing winsom wonders while they wonder on their way
freeing wild wishes wilting warbling with wisps of willful waste
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Written August 24th, 2002
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They say that this is the way the Celts wrote poetry- alliteration. Maybe so, maybe not, whatever the circumstances- this is very cool.
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Wicked Wild Alliteration! Trey poem.
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thanks, i was just playing with alliteration, and i'm glad it came out semi well
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excellent
I really liked this. The words gave it a mythical feel to it. Like it was written a long time ago. Great write. -
not quite
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excellent
is this suppose to be a tongue twister. i love those.
:0)
Nam
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