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• my friend and i began to think

  by andy (i, iii, v), and burke (ii, iv)

  I

  my friend and i began to think

  II

  And franckled on the limber link

  III

  Our rambling on-ramp ramrods Rambo-ed Rimbau

  IV

  Roverrandom riverrun revelry remembrance roped him in

  V

  and the samoans laughed and laughed
• And I still don't know what to make of your friendship

  by cone (i, iii, v, vii, ix, xi), and lex (ii, iv, vi, viii, x, xii)

  I

  And I still don't know what to make of your friendship

  II

  Shadow? Facet? A more splendid version of who we are?

  III

  This change is thrilling; the leap unknown but comforting somehow

  IV

  Letting go means having hands empty to receive what's next

  V

  Awakening like Spring full of surprising feelings and longings

  VI

  Created new as buds of emotion holding the flower’s promise

  VII

  Smiling from deep within and truly relishing the moment

  VIII

  and smiling more seeing ahead to joys ever unfolding

  IX

  The realization of happiness feels almost foreign and yet

  X

  so true as to have been merely lain aside, but was always at hand

  XI

  so ready, so willing; a synergy like nothing I've ever experienced

  XII

  together we are the best of each other and yet something so much more
• Lifeless puppet, no hand inside the sock

  by hork (i), Holly (ii, vi), Jana (iii), Wayne (iv), Kevin (v), voluminous (vii), and danellopee (viii)

  I

  Lifeless puppet, no hand inside the sock

  II

  Muppet. Moppet. Marionette. Rife with metaphor.

  III

  Chocolate chips and pickup sticks; life is such a bore.

  IV

  Boredom spread in Facebook thread; new Mafia War.

  V

  This was nothing like the MySpace that had come before

  VI

  Pink squeaker toys for dogs can only be so cute before they get creepy

  VII

  but consequences be damned, the loofah just seemed to *fit*

  VIII

  Now to conjure a convincing story for the Urgent Care doctor…
• I was walking along in my sing-song way

  by Beth (i), Mike! (ii), Kyle (iii), kevin (iv), and Bethany (v)

  I

  I was walking along in my sing-song way

  II

  with unbuttoned vest buttons, some buttoned wrong ways

  III

  shoes torn and tattered dancing in the suns rays

  IV

  the closing moon ensocks their folds like a dryer's smell

  V

  They sleep like babes that have drank their mother's milk.
• I had no idea what he expected

  by cone (i, iii, v, vii, ix, xi), and thom (ii, iv, vi, viii, x, xii)

  I

  I had no idea what he expected

  II

  She came with complications all her own,

  III

  Perhaps comfort is all he wanted, all that mattered really

  IV

  she vowed to provide, no matter his pouty protests,

  V

  and yet he was so very greedy; always wanting more than she could give

  VI

  their lives continued to intersect in ranndom passions,

  VII

  inspiring thoughts of big life-changes and unexpected adventures

  VIII

  consumed their chats over coffee

  IX

  tucked away in a dark and secluded diner far into the early morning hours,

  X

  they made promises to keep, future plans to unfurl.

  XI

  She so cherished those sharp dreams that lingered long after waking

  XII

  and he found refuge from his sins in her soft morning embrace.