
Pooster says: "When we were younger my little brother had a tantrum which ended when he threw a fork and it stuck in my other brother's cheek for a bit." Tell us your tales of screaming kids, and adults acting like children.
( , Thu 19 Jul 2012, 12:48)
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I find that when the last word of the first line is the same as the last word of the last line, it fills me with a deep sense of melancholy. It's a wasted opportunity; an anticlimax.
It's the poetry equivalent of not being able to come.
( , Wed 25 Jul 2012, 13:29, 1 reply)
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