Tuesday, September 14, 2010

POEM


Don't look for me behind you
I wasn't aware of anything
Like a second opinion the

Composition could use
A little rye loaf near the port bow
Of the ship bound
For the land of sexy accents
I have come to develop or declare
Depending on the situation
No rest for the scary
Inevitable bleeder you
Are such a success
With feet that harm no one
And two breasts

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