Sneer

For anyone whos interested, i think it would be cool to create a poem that everyoner can contribute to, so if everyone adds a line of roughly 10 syllables onto the overall poem, and we'll see how it goes. Rhyming structures and themes can be divulged as it develops.

So,


. Please write your line in bold so as it can be deciphered from anything else you say (preferrable nothing)
. Keep all lines together, so basically cut and paste the materail left before you and add your line on.

First line,

Drenched in the tears of a winters morning

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ZeppelinAir

from the fear of the winters night

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not that old signature

sleepy jack

Drenched in the tears of a winters morning,
From the fear of the winters night,
Looking at the pristine snow outside,

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ZeppelinAir

Drenched in the tears of a winters morning,
From the fear of the winters night,
Looking at the pristine snow outside,
but blinded by its heavenly glow,

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not that old signature

jibber

Drenched in the tears of a winters morning,
From the fear of the winters night,
Looking at the pristine snow outside,
but blinded by its heavenly glow,
holy **** that's a lot of blow.

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What you've done becomes the judge of what you're going to do -- especially in other people's minds. When you're traveling, you are what you are right there and then. People don't have your past to hold against you. No yesterdays on the road.
William Least Heat Moon, Blue Highways

Your toughest competitor lives in your head. Some days his name is fear, or pain, or gravity. Stomp his ass.

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sleepy jack

Drenched in the tears of a winters morning,
From the fear of the winters night,
Looking at the pristine snow outside,
but blinded by its heavenly glow,
holy **** that's a lot of blow.
I say as I suck off my lovely hoe,

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ZeppelinAir

Drenched in the tears of a winters morning,
From the fear of the winters night,
Looking at the pristine snow outside,
but blinded by its heavenly glow,
holy **** that's a lot of blow.
I say as I suck off my lovely hoe,
my fist says hello to my greatest foe

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not that old signature

jibber

Drenched in the tears of a winters morning,
From the fear of the winters night,
Looking at the pristine snow outside,
but blinded by its heavenly glow,
holy **** that's a lot of blow.
I say as I suck off my lovely hoe,
my fist says hello to my greatest foe,
as my b*tch gets to her knees on the flo'

__________________
What you've done becomes the judge of what you're going to do -- especially in other people's minds. When you're traveling, you are what you are right there and then. People don't have your past to hold against you. No yesterdays on the road.
William Least Heat Moon, Blue Highways

Your toughest competitor lives in your head. Some days his name is fear, or pain, or gravity. Stomp his ass.

HOOKED ON THE WHITE POWDER

sleepy jack

Drenched in the tears of a winters morning,
From the fear of the winters night,
Looking at the pristine snow outside,
but blinded by its heavenly glow,
holy **** that's a lot of blow.
I say as I suck off my lovely hoe,
my fist says hello to my greatest foe,
as my b*tch gets to her knees on the flo'
And in the dawns light she plays with me so

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jibber

Drenched in the tears of a winters morning,
From the fear of the winters night,
Looking at the pristine snow outside,
but blinded by its heavenly glow,
holy **** that's a lot of blow.
I say as I suck off my lovely hoe,
my fist says hello to my greatest foe,
as my b*tch gets to her knees on the flo'
And in the dawns light she plays with me so,
I guess I'll have to pay her some dough

__________________
What you've done becomes the judge of what you're going to do -- especially in other people's minds. When you're traveling, you are what you are right there and then. People don't have your past to hold against you. No yesterdays on the road.
William Least Heat Moon, Blue Highways

Your toughest competitor lives in your head. Some days his name is fear, or pain, or gravity. Stomp his ass.

HOOKED ON THE WHITE POWDER