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Challenge 6 response.

Challenge 6 response.
By alienrhymer on 02/11/2011
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I must confess:
I hate all mess
Apart from daily mess in kitchens.
I''m much too wary
To be wearing
a certain neckline.
Every line
Will grow and ripen
Like grapes are darkening on a vine.
If they are not made into wine
And pushed and squeezed by people''s feet
They will remain a little fleet
Of tidy balls.
Each drop of juice
Locked into walls
Of shiny skin.
Its never running down your chin
These grapes may come be
Grapes of wrath.
Hard shiny bullets, aftermath
Of what we see as strange perfection.
Elaborate and highly pitched inflection
of ''do not force me be like you'',
''I do not like jumping the queue''.
But stand in queue or live in Kew
Is it much better?

© By alienrhymer On 2/11/2011 12:23:14 AM
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