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"SSC-22: Running Him Down"

She will miss you like,
Like a gravedigger misses a corpse,
Like a missile misses the target,
Like a missed penalty or a misshapen nose —
She will miss you like,
Like a div misses the point,
Like a snowflake misses falling,
Like dead men miss the morning fog,
She will miss you
Dwelling on all that festers and rots,
Gnawing on the bones of yesterday’s plots —
In other words,
In other words: I WON’T MISS YOU ONE JOT.
It’s over. Finished.
Abracadabra — puff-of-smoke.
You are banished. Vanished.
The car’s a write-off and I’m walking home…
Alone.

Haha.
Top stuff.

I'll overlook the fact that it's a poem...

...because the content is so good...

Argh! A poem!
But ... but ... yus, actually quite decent.

Go team Glove.

* Sigh *

Forewarned about the content and yet I still read it :(

And don't you forget it! Hehe. Just consider yourself lucky enough that I told you which lake to fish your car out of! Hmph! *flips hair*

I'm really getting a kick out of reading the guys' perspective in this competition. I was just waiting on one like this..awesome! :D

She will miss you like,
Like a gravedigger misses a corpse,
Like a missile misses the target,
Like a missed penalty or a misshapen nose —
She will miss you like,
Like a div misses the point,
Like a snowflake misses falling,
Like dead men miss the morning fog,
She will miss you
Dwelling on all that festers and rots,
Gnawing on the bones of yesterday’s plots —
In other words,
In other words: I WON’T MISS YOU ONE JOT.
It’s over. Finished.
Abracadabra — puff-of-smoke.
You are banished. Vanished.
The car’s a write-off and I’m walking home…
Alone.