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Submitted: Aug 15, 2008
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a selfish vulture
took all the feed
even ate
the dead friends neck
feathers aside, red ooze
pink flesh, still warm
it did not matter
the dead remains
would not awaken
and tear at the vultures soul
it did
it thought
with another snap
another bite
a chunk of meat
with red gravy
a pecice of breast
ribcage exposed
torn bits
of flesh and meat
of little bits
would not regrow
nor be replaced
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alice
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where the heck do u get these ideas from lol
Posted: Aug 16, 2008
Great descriptancy.... Oh Sonia yet another great idea for a poem. I agree with the previous comment, where do you generate all these wonderful ideas??? I still have many years to learn I guess.... =)
~Maple
Posted: Sep 5, 2008
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