Treasure Island

Jonathan ROBIN

(22 September / London)

*Intelligent Design*

I, dot, would score, scour ocean floor,
you too were dot, not more.
We'd LOOP the LOOP in primaeval soup
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  • Manonton Dalan (3/13/2010 8:24:00 AM)

    whatever you have said mean less to me. i'm just debating either i have
    to open my palm for alm or let EARTH eats my HEART. i could use some
    WORDS vise SWORDS...hmmm MENTALIST... ME STALIN...pardon me
    my vegetable soup is waiting for me. (Report) Reply

  • Lorraine Margueritte Gasrel Black (9/7/2008 10:18:00 AM)

    If I hadn't participated on the jesusfamilytomb forum and the religion/science and various forums I would not have had the knowledge I learned from being a debater and listening to the participants.This is quite a poem, very heavy and deep in meaning.I can tell you are an intellectual and scientist who is not bound by religious dogma.I freed myself recently from that, too.Fantastic form very educational poem.Remarkable in it's scope and revelation.Ten****************** (Report) Reply

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