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August 7, 2009

Go find yourself some Dangerous words! Poem by ~a-random-quigle.

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a-random-quigle

Published: Jun 21, 2004

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I wish for
words,

       thick words,
       deep words,

            words that leap
            like poison frogs,

                  words that creep
                  like tigers,

               sharp words,

                 words as colourful
              as snakes.

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For my first submission, I decided to go with something that I haven't yet grown to hate... which is nice for once.

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Thank you everyone for all the favs, the comments... for all the love - I truly appreciate it!

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