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Posted by Toph on October 10, 2008, at 14:09:48
redux:
Accustomed to the pressures of the deep,
We bottom feeders swim among the detritus
Emerging from the shadows only at night
When we carefully peruse
The territories of the daylight dwellers.
Easily startled, we dart back to our murky havens
Where we furtively thrive off the refuse of the
Colorful desired-ones above us.
Posted by WaterSapphire on October 17, 2008, at 1:08:24
In reply to Pleco Man, posted by Toph on October 10, 2008, at 14:09:48
Ingenious, and makes a lot of sense to me. I can relate to this poem in so many ways...especially right now...Should I be able to do that?
Posted by Toph on October 17, 2008, at 15:01:28
In reply to Re: Pleco Man, posted by WaterSapphire on October 17, 2008, at 1:08:24
> I can relate to this poem in so many ways...especially right now...
It seems to be getting a little crowded down here lately sapphire.
Posted by Sigismund on January 16, 2009, at 22:11:11
In reply to Pleco Man, posted by Toph on October 10, 2008, at 14:09:48
Life as a giant Ponzi scheme?
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