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Nov 19 03, 04:14
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QUOTE (Alan @ Nov. 19 2003, 01:16) Dear Grace Wasn't Daniel wot queried the Cee ! No Disgra Ce  No kid,  no longer I :  recycled teenager,  And NOT growing older disgrace-  ful C ! Alan McAlpine Douglas Greetings, Fair Maid 'n Sir Red/Green Knight!
scared shipless
full sea
o’ ships so Fleet
it caused the enema
to turn its ugly tail an’ run
o’erboard
© M Lee Dickens’ son 19 Nov 2003
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Nov 21 03, 01:56
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Good Morning Daniel,
Trust all your nasty little germs have departed?
scared shipless
full sea o’ ships so Fleet it caused the enema to turn its ugly tail an’ run o’erboard
o’erboard in love with you no life jacket. I’m caught between the devil and the deep blue sea
Jusqu'à la prochaine fois
Grace
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Nov 21 03, 04:20
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Nov 21 03, 20:00
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QUOTE (Just Daniel @ Nov. 21 2003, 02:20) Rock ‘n’ Roll ReactionBluesy writers find it hard to compose themselves when those trade winds churn new waves’ up – heaving Laughing at Dirty Diapers
Heaving a pant, I run you to the warmth rising from the tub. Midnight episode: belly up.
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Nov 22 03, 08:01
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QUOTE (Dove @ Nov. 21 2003, 19:00) Laughing at Dirty Diapers
Heaving a pant, I run you to the warmth rising from the tub. Midnight episode: belly up.
 Hey, Jessica!  Methinks them diapers musta sogged up yer last line,  makin' the third syllable indistinguishable?
wantin’ ta clock grampa
bell ~ yup
heard it agin
clangin’ cacophony
when eye’d tried awf’l hard ta sleep
dis mourn© Daniel J Ricketts 22 Nov 2003  sLightly wearied, Daniel 
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Nov 25 03, 07:25
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Can anyone get in on this act? Must one tie their cinquain to one previously posted? May I post a single one that came to mind this morning? My apologies if it's supposed to be linked with Daniel's.
Our Health what a blessing! We ignore it when sound, take it for granted, but how dear, good health.Thar ya go! I done it one more time! :smart: Here's to a happy and healthy Holiday Season to you all! Athena/Dolly
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Dec 2 03, 08:10
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Hi all.
Will it spoil the fun to post just an ordinary cinquain (without following on)? Or should I put it in a separate thread.I excpect someone will let me know, so I'll take a chance.
Love’s death
icy fear grips my heart words no longer gentle fall from your once, sweet tender mouth like stones
Cybele
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Dec 2 03, 11:33
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Dear Grace
This is all Daniel's fault. I posted a single haiku, called Extraction Haiku. Daniel decided that this was a new form of haiku, and started a string by using words from mine to create his.
Seems this habit has spread so far that it has become the norm.
So, as the originator of the original Extraction Haiku (about dentistry ! ), I now pronounce :
In this thread, there is no requirement to connect to the previous !
Now to your lovely effort :
icy fear grips my heart words, no longer gentle -- wonder if you want the comma in this line? fall from your once* sweet, tender mouth -- no middle comma ! like stones
Love Alan
PS The next one is very nice too !
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Dec 2 03, 11:45
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Well, thank you Sir Knight
I have the urge to write another cinquain - so here goes:
Greek Village
Old men on ancient chairs sit in contemplation of long-lost loves, gently twirling their beads
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Dec 2 03, 12:12
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Does that... old fairy tale still tell of maidens fair that kiss a frog and then release a Prince...
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Dec 2 03, 12:42
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Dear Liz
Nice thought, line 4 1 syll short !
Another answer :
PRESS RELEASE BY FROGSPAWN PR CO
Yes Liz it's a rumour spread at the behest of a small group of desperately ugly Frenchmen
Love Alan
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Dec 2 03, 13:29
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Hi Alan,
Oooops, I cannot believe I did that.. me, mistress of cinquains... ah, what a fever will do... :huh:
Frenchmen, I thought handsome with twinkles of romance that dance in a glance to entrance the girls!
I have to go fix that other one... Hugs, Liz
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Dec 2 03, 17:28
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Where are you?
my voice calls out to you but Winter’s screaming wind scatters the words through boughs of pine unheard
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Dec 6 03, 02:27
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Dec 6 03, 02:34
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Dec 6 03, 02:47
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Unseen graces
sleepless.. summer’s perfumes drift in through my window and small stirrings seldom noticed by day
Grace
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Dec 6 03, 02:48
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Dear Grace,
Errrrrr, um, yes. So glad you spotted my deliberate error, 10/10 !
Now, for the purists amongst us (except for the comma-toes sticklers) :
Yes Liz it's a rumour spread at the behest of hordes of desperately ugly Frenchmen
Love Alan
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Dec 6 03, 03:21
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Dear Grace
SOMA WRONG AND SOMA WRITE It's ana Italiano Cinquaina
Coma- (comma) toes in line three, not in a bed, compose themselves for sleep, if not, compose !
Love Alan
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