Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Sweet Dreams Are Made Of These Comments

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The monster was chasing me, deep within the forest
With the sound of Haitian drum corps pounding all around us.
The snarnling teeth were dipped in plaque, stained with hues of yellow
With several miles i'd run so far, my legs felt like jello
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Rylan Ollivier
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Lynne Crandall 30 April 2009

This is great! Such a good idea and well written.

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Amanda Jackson 16 April 2009

I love it! It's the perfect recollection of youth mixed with a little suspense and a happy ending!

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Paige Nielsen 16 April 2009

also, kudos to the Eurhythmics reference.

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Paige Nielsen 16 April 2009

lawl. this is great. it took me a second to realize it rhymes, forest/around us kinda threw me. The 'teeth' line was very gross. ew. I like '...if I quit this fight'; it's very fantasy epic-ish. And, bien sur, a great punch line. I wish I could write humor poems like this! ! ! !

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