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Escape from Nausea.. by Anne Brooks Sunday, September 25, 2005 Rated "G" by the Author. Share Print Save Become a Fan A comical poem..( I'm just fooling around with the rhymes and the rhythm).
Escape from Nausea.. It reaches my nose to explode When I doze.. But what a malignant feeling Of dry mouth stench,as I feel like a Tortured wench.. I stammer, I growl,I evaporate Into thin air but My mind is possessed by a feeling of narrow power; Lifeless and listless Like a puppet Pinocchio, I am the center of a helpless Emotion_ As the commotion within stirs and stirs Into a soupe of a malodorous smell_ My body is numbness and My stomach in knots as I Feel it creeping in like a Sly burglar_ Stealing my mood, Stealing my aura to a bitter repose... It creeps in when I doze.

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Reviewed by jude forese	9/27/2005

you "fool around" very well ...