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   From: ironywaves@knology.net   
      
   Three of the worst poems I've ever read. Entertaining, yes, but fucken bad   
   stuff:   
      
   From: Renay Saint James   
   Subject: kiss me   
   Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems   
      
   Kiss Me   
      
    When you fucked the neighbor's wife   
    my heart hurt.  but you couldn't kiss it   
    'cause you were, well, fucking the   
    neighbor's wife.  You couldn't kiss   
    the stripe where you'd torn out   
    my stitches, they'd handcuffed you by then.   
    I wasn't in a kissing mood anyway.   
    I understand why you couldn't kiss me   
    while I lay in labor, you weren't there.   
    How many times you missed your chance   
    and now,   
      
    I'd rather just shake hands.   
      
     Renay   
      
   ---   
      
   From: Barbara's Cat (cat@127.0.0.1)   
   Subject: Coffee Talk -- C & C Please   
   Newsgroups: alt.arts.poetry.comments, rec.arts.poems   
      
   - Coffee Talk -   
      
   I think I'll make some coffee   
   And sit with you awhile,   
   And talk about the good days   
   You gave me with a smile.   
      
   Strolling through Savannah's parks   
   In patched-up dungarees.   
   Holding hands and making plans,   
   Leaving letters in the trees.   
      
   You and I were being young   
   And simple in our style,   
   Dreaming of a little house   
   With multi-colored tiles.   
      
   And in its little kitchen,   
   We'd place our wooden chairs   
   Around a little table,   
   To discuss our little cares.   
      
   And we would make some coffee   
   And sit there for a while,   
   And talk about the good days   
   We'd shared with a smile.   
      
   -- Cat   
      
   From: j r sherman   
   Subject: promising mother / j r sherman   
   Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems   
      
   promising mother   
      
   -------------------------   
      
   the pictures spoke   
   a thousand words   
   no more to you   
   i told myself   
   all the times i ran   
   away each time   
   would mark   
   another year   
   until both   
   you and i   
   had gone.   
      
   and to come again   
   such promises   
   once made   
   about getting old   
   and to look both ways now,   
   and promising mother   
   that not again   
   would say that to you   
   a tragedy   
   not again   
   to ever stray   
   not   
   again   
   thank you,   
   your memory.   
      
   ---   
      
   Can you say... *unspeakable shit*?   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)