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Two smiles By: Chie Theresa Fujioka on 7/4/2003; 11:25 AM two laughing smiles under my green umbrella you and i and the rain that like my mother, played matchmaker disregarded my green umbrella drenched my sandaled feet with the sole intention of making me stumble into your trajectory.
RE: Two smiles By: Gene Santos on 7/5/2003; 8:47 PM i would define your poem as an- emotionalweatheryclumsifullstellarygreat -poem...wanna see more...have a nice day!(",)
RE: Two smiles By: R.A.B. on 7/7/2003; 8:33 AM As always Chie your style is still unpredictable, you don't have a constant poetry writing style- you're just simply spontanous...keep it up. That's an asset of yours that really shines in your writing. :)
RE: Two smiles By: Richard Davidson on 7/7/2003; 8:51 PM Chie is INSANE! They should take her poetry license away, for endangering the minds of incredibly dull-witted people the world over. She gave a five paragraph lecture at Harvard, and several of the fat cats just kind of had their brains explode, getting icky goo all over the expensive and very tasteful upholstery. There's at least six countries where she's not allowed to Haiku at all, and three more that I know of have legislation in session right now. Early indications are, it's not going to go Chie's way. She doesn't care, of course, because she's gotten a huge publishing house to "donate" her coloring books to Federally Funded schools, thus creating a never-ending pipeline of eager customers, who can't imagine that bunnies are supposed to be purple with yellow hearts on them, and cats wear pullover sweaters. Oh, they'll learn, all right. In Chie's upside down world, little boys who won't quack like a duck become stern, idiotic congressmen, ready to throw rocks at the badly dressed kids, and completely devoid of anything resembling "fun." They won't know about slides that go up, and swings that reach twelve miles out over the Grand Canyon, leaving little dusty trails of stars behind them, while Soul Patrol is on the PA, with guest Cellist Yo Yo Ma. Well, I think I've made myself pretty clear in this post, so I guess there's nothing more I need say. So go ahead and stop reading now, as there's not going to be anything else to read. I'm all done, and have completely run out of things to say. If you're still reading, I'd like to ask "why?" and remind you that I already said that you should stop. So will you stop? Don't you have anything better to do with your time? My God, you could be out GETTING A JOB or something, but no, you're sitting here reading something that the person writing already told you NOT TO READ. I'd look into that, if I were you, and I will refer you again to the part up above where I said "so go ahead and stop reading now," but did you? No. And the only reason you're going to stop now, is because there's no more words.
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