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Poetry Critical 2.0

Hey guys, Donald here.

In a few weeks, this site will be 9 years old. 9 years! And I still know some of the earliest submissions by heart.

But, boy. That’s like 102 in web-years. So it’s time for something new. I’m building that something now with my nights-and-weekend minutes (and plenty of coffee). Buy me a cup?

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Random Poem:

Brightly Colored Cotton
lackofcolor

The best nights of my life never involve clothes
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It doesn’t matter the weather or season
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We brave it all
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Though those warm humid summer nights are preferred over those bitter winter night
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So lets reveal it all
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The pavement our stage and the streetlight our spotlight
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We’ll unravel every bit of brightly colored cotton
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Anticipation is overwhelming
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Just waiting for that sudden rush
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The burst of excitement that explodes within us
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Like fireworks on the fourth of July
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Our pre-excitement releases sudden fits of laughter
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That are so contagious
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Soon were teeming with short blasts of the giggles
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But the fun is put on hold by a stubborn yellow shirt, for moment
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A tangle of the limbs and cotton frantically struggle to escape each other
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Until finally the last bit of brightly colored cotton has fallen to the ground
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Not a word is spoken
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Because now’s our chance
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the coast is clear and all engines are revved and ready to go
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Without hesitation eight bare bodies break lose onto the street
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A flood of eight naked girls blaze the night
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The smacking of out nude feet against the asphalt
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Which fills the silent night with noise
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Our exposed skin wiggles and jiggle as the moonlight bounces off our unsightly white skin  
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Eight girls in the buff hooting and hollering for their no sense of liberation
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And it feels so good as the midnight breeze caresses our birthday suits
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And the asphalt dances with us as we feel so new and refreshed
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Bright lights in the distance
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And our marathon is abruptly stopped
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Frozen like deer in far off yellow beams
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Panic surges through every single one of our bare parts
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In an instant eight naked girls bolt back in the direction of which they came from
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In a hysterical hysteria we stampede to where our brightly colored cotton lie
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Except our laughter slows us down
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Because it is so hard to laugh and run simultaneously
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But head lights are gaining and we don’t want to be caught
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So our already racing hearts pump blood through my body even faster
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Causing our legs to move even faster
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And just in the nick of time we leap into the shadows
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And the headlights only catch glimpses of our bare bodies
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