looking a cross water

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By April BLue

loo king a cross wa tear element of cents four me u sea thin king of harri son's song "isnt it a pity?" on the hunt tear's dock re memburr ing his brother in law guard den ER flat on his back dylan N george ma king faces on the wall little polar raids diss played in view kell tick man with a poet's eye eye born of add verse ity eye born of gene oar oh us city kell tick man with a poet's sigh gilbert the chicano with hair brown oh he liked me secret lee i know twinkling eye boo who loo king a cross wa tear elle meant of serena tea re memburring how christ walked upon wa tear with out fear my dear fisher king who reigned su preme grabbed the pole with my hand three holed brick bee low my feet rope on the hand dell grabbed the pole and reeled it in sparkling silver pink N blue scales scattered a cross wa tear sparkling silver pink N blue mouth gasping for air 2 breathe smashed the head with needle nose felt the crunch of death in hand felt it's stillness of life gone wondered if i could eat it with my mouth crown of thorns of life was what i had seen early ER crown of humilation N strife his blood was the mortal price knowledge in a kernel of rice or mustard seed

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June 17, 2005 15:08Apache Rose

I enjoy the way you divide and alter words in order to enhance the imagery (e.g. 'water' becomes 'wa tear'...'see' becomes 'sea'). The expression 'cry me a river' comes to mind.