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I don't know if anyone will want to do this, it might make our personal bubble spaces get all squashy........I think it would be fun to do a group poem!

Okay.................someone start the first line:
 

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Why not? Here's my first line:


A place devoid of time
 

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Saritams8 said:
Why not? Here's my first line:

A place devoid of time
A seaside desert town,

OOOPS SORRY
 
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a place devoid of time
where ticking clocks
and counting tocks
is considered quite a crime

there's a seaside desert town
 

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a place devoid of time
where ticking clocks
and counting tocks
is considered quite a crime.

there's a desert seaside town
where numbered shells
and noontime bells
will make the mayor frown.
 

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kdnxdr said:
a place devoid of time
where ticking clocks
and counting tocks
is considered quite a crime.

there's a desert seaside town
where numbered shells
and noontime bells
will make the mayor frown.

Yes, I'm told they often say
the weather's fair,
with rarist air,
begging all who come to stay.
 

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a place devoid of time
where ticking clocks
and counting tocks
is considered quite a crime.

there's a desert seaside town
where numbered shells
and noontime bells
will make the mayor frown.

Yes, I'm told they often say
the weather's fair,
with rarist air,
begging all who come to stay

By the rivers dark
came a stranger to this fair town
in a carboard shack fallen down
he camped in city park.


Hidden by swollen yellow reeds
 
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[I hope this is what you had in mind]

a place devoid of time
where ticking clocks
and counting tocks
is considered quite a crime.

there's a desert seaside town
where numbered shells
and noontime bells
will make the mayor frown.

Yes, I'm told they often say
the weather's fair,
with rarist air,
begging all who come to stay


By the rivers dark
came a stranger to this fair town
in a carboard shack fallen down
he camped in city park.

hidden by swollen yellow reeds
he made his bed
inside my head
tears red, he clearly bleeds

viewed wide as the narrows beyond
 
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a place devoid of time
where ticking clocks
and counting tocks
is considered quite a crime.

there's a desert seaside town
where numbered shells
and noontime bells
will make the mayor frown.

Yes, I'm told they often say
the weather's fair,
with rarist air,
begging all who come to stay


By the rivers dark
came a stranger to this fair town
in a carboard shack fallen down
he camped in city park.


hidden by swollen yellow reeds
he made his bed
inside my head
tears red, he clearly bleeds

viewed wide as the narrows beyond
this chorus dire
constructs my pyre
with bones and lies as bond

I shiver 'neath the moon
 

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a place devoid of time
where ticking clocks
and counting tocks
is considered quite a crime.

there's a desert seaside town
where numbered shells
and noontime bells
will make the mayor frown.

Yes, I'm told they often say
the weather's fair,
with rarist air,
begging all who come to stay


By the rivers dark
came a stranger to this fair town
in a cardboard shack fallen down
he camped in city park.


hidden by swollen yellow reeds
he made his bed
inside my head
tears red, he clearly bleeds

viewed wide as the narrows beyond
this chorus dire
constructs my pyre
with bones and lies as bond

I shiver 'neath the moon

my naked body runs afoul
faintly I hear your howl
as new lovers we spoon

I hope to be at your side
thoughts racing back to you
laying under cardboard laced with dew
water lapping in with the high tide