"They thought I was a Marine Barracks.
They thought I was a tire burning."
Well, this one wasn't half bad considering the circumstances under which it was written:
I wonder.. to whom was he speaking,
where was he pointing?
(We cannot count "My Drink With BJ" because it is actually a set of strories that is retold on blog after blog after blog and was never used in a poem and I won't even mention the Zirconias out of respect for the dead)
It is so nice to see everyone tagging along now:http://www.thiscantbehappening.net/
Go team, Go bees!
wow, amen (Ode to Seven)
or rather:
Where to put Mars now?
Whose house next?
Those were good times, a father saving a daughter,a sister to lean on. A hospital to go to.
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