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Grex > Enigma > #102: A Practice Novel Warning!: this is worse than my last poem. | |
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carl
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A Practice Novel Warning!: this is worse than my last poem.
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Feb 22 22:34 UTC 1993 |
The dawn had some strange power. It almost beckoned me to stop the
car and simply sit by the roadside. The gentle light couldn't keep
my attention.
"But what of the ice-sculptures?" I wanted to ask. Yet I knew I'd
never hear an answer. Some determination and over 300 miles would
see to that. A feeling of calm swept over me for the first time
in months.
Perhaps there was a way. I couldn't see it. Yet onward I drove.
"Home," I thought, and felt myself smile almost ironically.
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carl
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response 1 of 5:
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Feb 24 22:21 UTC 1993 |
Or was it:
"Home," I smiled, and ironed my flet most thoughtfully.
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smiley
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response 2 of 5:
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Apr 18 21:30 UTC 1994 |
"Gnome," I filed, and thought I ironed most of my feet thoughtfully.
Gnomes I ironed, and thought mostly about feet
Clones I ironed, and sought for most meat
I ironed meat, and sought for clones
Or something like that
Don't worry...
Be happy...
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orinoco
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response 3 of 5:
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Apr 19 22:40 UTC 1994 |
I fired meat, and bought drones
Or nothing like this
Worry not...
Be sappy...
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lee
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response 4 of 5:
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May 22 19:13 UTC 1997 |
ironing gnomes? uh...
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lumen
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response 5 of 5:
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Nov 29 17:04 UTC 2005 |
We knew something odd was going on in the lawn.
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