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Mistake

Jeremy1012Jeremy1012 Posts: 7,170
edited August 2007 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Fuck
Damn
Shit
and Blast

Period.
"I remember one night at Muzdalifa with nothing but the sky overhead, I lay awake amid sleeping Muslim brothers and I learned that pilgrims from every land — every colour, and class, and rank; high officials and the beggar alike — all snored in the same language"
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  • Jeremy1012Jeremy1012 Posts: 7,170
    ahem.

    this was a joke obviously :) a friend challenged me to write a non-haiku poem with less than 10 words.
    "I remember one night at Muzdalifa with nothing but the sky overhead, I lay awake amid sleeping Muslim brothers and I learned that pilgrims from every land — every colour, and class, and rank; high officials and the beggar alike — all snored in the same language"
  • westsidepiewestsidepie Posts: 627
    Jeremy1012 wrote:
    ahem.

    this was a joke obviously :) a friend challenged me to write a non-haiku poem with less than 10 words.

    You can shorten by one word, and get the same idea. We used say this in Brooklyn:

    Shit, piss, and corruption

    ...pie
    To pie I will reply
    But mr. justam
    is who I am

    "That's a repulsive combination of horrible information and bad breath."-Pickles

    "Remember, death is a natural part of the workplace. So, when you see a dead body at work, don't freak out, just ring your death bell." "ting"-Toki Wartooth
  • FinsburyParkCarrotsFinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    Mistake a pisstake
    for a shit fake, you unmake
    cattle on your lake
  • FinsburyParkCarrotsFinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    :D I was down the pub, hearing conspiracy theories about Foot and Mouth, so that's where that came from. :cool:
  • Jeremy1012Jeremy1012 Posts: 7,170
    FinsburyParkCarrots wrote:
    Mistake a pisstake
    for a shit fake, you unmake
    cattle on your lake
    well it's considerably better than mine :)
    "I remember one night at Muzdalifa with nothing but the sky overhead, I lay awake amid sleeping Muslim brothers and I learned that pilgrims from every land — every colour, and class, and rank; high officials and the beggar alike — all snored in the same language"
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