A tribute to my fellow SLAMers... |
MasTer of The SLAM more than potentate or leige teacher to the end Mi great friend Michelle stay well, feel well dear angel sweetest soul we know YO! Adrienne's World bring us the staircase lessons Whata friend indeed Mr. Nice Guy Dale the marble terrorist *GASP* make me laugh again Georgia writer Just stirred then left where you lay Pockets of Karen Poetess E squared listen to the trees whisper oh! they for you Blue lady of SLAM fur-Y underwear aloft tatooed Sydney scribe Fruit of the islands Flash withered dreams with heart song Freud's pointing at you Adorable one what a great wealth of talent writers block? Never Virelay hostess thrill me, chill me then EEEK! Whew! out of the darkness Little wild eyes growing wings to fly and soar to the stars, the stars Poet Extremist joy ressurected from dust he can but can you? Life is hard for those who circle around the sun stay strong dear Aaron Want to pluck the rose from little Mary's garden? me too sadilou! Go BJ Monet! women police officers Watch out Georgia! WOW shadowe! WOW! read 50mg Zoloft, 30ct. Touched me... (WOW what writing. So did it work? I hope) Eithne mystery I know you will be forever remembered in time Jewel of the SLAM Everyone must read... Go read! "A missing portrait" All go find your own mirror of gen-reflection see the april dawn There once was a lady called P0etchick, Liquid Love... OOPS! Wrong form to do! *(not Limerick! Haiku!)* |