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barbsdad2003
Jul 12, 2007 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

dead angry bees

little fish darters dart

in little dirty rivers.

 

bigger fish flock in open seas

with hardened souls …

 

while so inflamed, their livers,

 

midst leftover plastic cruds

and dead, post-angry bees.

 

what’s the point of all of this?

does anybody know?

 

and what’s it we’re all doing

so makes it so?

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orgami

18 years 9 months ago

national pornographic

and i watch the other show national geographic also (poor mans penthouse) but poor old nature we are murdering our other fellow co habiters of this wonderful place called earth but its just order of nature only the strong survive too bad we are such boring creatures to watch really so predictable and weak sure our structures our fellow creatures demise lasts forever but we surely will be dust a fine poem a fine poem you have written indeed Orgami loves this poem also!!
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Conect11

18 years 8 months ago

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if it weren't for my fishing fetish I would... still love this fine piece of fishy goodness. Great juxtaposition between the quick and lithe river fish and the magnificent larger species that just seem to sit there... until you get near them, that is. Trust me I have experienced that a few times. Mark