poetry critical

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Random Poem:

flibbertigibbet
DeformedLion

i like ice cream, do you? never mind. like totally like the creaminess not the sour stuff, ummm, sorbet? yeah? do you ever wander the streets at night looking for squirells? i have my own net. it is a good one. bought it on e-bay, oooh i got some pretty shoes see yes they were like half price, vintage, see the strawberry kisses and i like the tongue like a shaggydog, and wooh, are you ok? you looook a little pale, hey mister why's those dingles come out from your ears???
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i like dragons, but i don't know how they would keep their teeth clean...maybe they roast them, but they always seem to gleam.
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once when i went to the bank a man in a trenchcoat was looking at me, and i wandered if he was hungry or just a little bit cold.
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odd though that his penis had a more lustful expression, particularly as the cash muscled its way into my hands. my hands (i think) were signing checks to greenpeace.
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lastly,
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when i entered the graveyard the gentleman was perched over my umbrella, somewhat squatting in an elm tree, his heart feathered, and grinning obscene.
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i turned. it took a year.     when my back was facing him he whispered, absinthe of your tears
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                                 drills, sliver pyramid
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                                 and duckfat
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                                 your a luck mat
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                                 fat-cat
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joyous i cried, my grave before me,
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flowers spilling coins into a puddle of rain,
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i there, judging the rust.  
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the man like a train station waiting for the train.
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