Monday, January 13, 2003

The Kitchen Shears Speak Comments

Rating: 3.0

This division must end.
Again I'm forced to amputate
the chicken's limb; slit the joint,
clip the heart, snip wing from back,
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Christianne Balk
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Khairul Ahsan 14 May 2015

Imaginations nicely put into words. Loved the poem.

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Kim Barney 14 May 2015

Very creative and convincing. Well done indeed.

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Edward Kofi Louis 14 May 2015

Punished like prehistoric. Nice piece of work.

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Savita Tyagi 14 May 2015

Wonderful! An interesting read till end.

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John Richter 14 May 2015

Way cool! I've always suspected that my kitchen shears has a glorious imagination like this! But I can never seem to find her when I really need her. Do you think she is hiding from me?

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