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Mike Wrecka
11-04-2013, 04:51 PM
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Season 2

Rules

Verse Due Date - Thursday 23:59 PST

Voting Deadline - Sunday 23:59 PST

Line Limits - 16 - 48 Max can be higher if both agree

Voting - Must vote on 3 battles and post voting links in this thread, preferably all in one post.

If you don't vote on 3 battle you will be given a loss. If you lose by votes and don't vote on other battles you receive a one week suspension.


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Good Luck breathless Split Eight

Split
11-04-2013, 04:58 PM
k gl

breathless
11-04-2013, 06:16 PM
Checkin in, good luck as well

breathless
11-04-2013, 08:12 PM
I know, it's a hard decision, but it's all we have left dear.
I've sold the farm equipment, it's gone. There is no next year.
Yet this fall feels the best... It's weird.
No more toiling our lives away in soil that's lined with hay.

Looking at better horizons while the whethers just die and fade.
Floods of tears will only worry us once the other is gone.
What's unclear though, surely, is the smother of fog.
Our memories are distant, everything reminiscient
has become unsettling, inefficient for remembering.
So this is...
The present we have to live in for the moment, regifted.
I wish you would still know it once tomorrow's sun has risen.

But you won't, and that's okay...
just another day in the life of a bald rhymer.
I hope you can hear me everytime that I say:
I love you, my little old white haired wife with Alzheimer's.

Christ, if I wanted to, I could berate you,
for the curse of taking care to take care of you
I could repeat myself every hour as the rates grew.
Sometimes, I hate to say, but it's true,
the end might be the greatest news tonight.

You must be getting tired, you keep leaning closer.
Your head is growing too heavy on my feeble shoulder.
Plus, it's starting to get dark out, and what's more, you're cold.
Let's go inside, call it a night... my stories are told.

Move over a bit so I can get up and help you to your feet.
Honey...hey... Yoohoo...honey...
huhhh... My my, you're already asleep.

As he nudges her, she doesn't move...

and he finally breathes a sigh of relief.