a happy taletherea happy tale
was a tear in the chair
a tear right there
why
a tear came to my eye!
I started to cry
so
the tear was sewn
and the chair went home
3What if3
I
lived
in a bee-yootiful place
(a million miles away) ? Where the air is dry
and the sky
is gray
? I could parade around (town
with a bucket (hat
and a
pail-f
2F o u r t h o f J u l y2
up in
Sacramento; the air is
wet
and heavy.
(the people,
they're sweaty.) Chris(topher) and Rose live next to my
lonely grand-pa-pa. Rose is a lady, she acts like a man.
(and Chris, he does
the opposite of that.) Gangsta homies
and
their daughters,
lighting cigarettes. Who'll thr
LifeDark. Empty. So cold.Life
I was born into hands who knew me not, into hands cracked, drying and old. A sigh, a whimper, a silent plea escaped my lips as my life began with a smack on the rear. I saw only darkness, my eyes not yet quite ready for this world's awakening light. I felt the cold of the plain room; the room that had introduced so many before me and saw so many little ones born into a life they did not ask to be born into. I felt the cold and I cried. I would've clung but my arms had no strength, my hands no movement, my soul no motive. I was born into
the thoughtful modern judasAttention Romans. I am writing to s ell you the Chris t. I have discov ered him, livingthe thoughtful modern judas
in my room, and I could use the mon ey. Thirty sheck les. Thirty shec kles for the Chri st, and not too m uch to ask for th e S a v i o r of
the whole World. You might ask me how I knew him, and it's really quite simple you see. His mother came to visit last week an d she kissed him on the cheek. I know there are a few indiscrepancies, but I'm sure you can make up the diff erence and fill in the details. After all, I'm only a sking thi
Wine Makes You ThinkWhen you're sat all alone And in need of a company call The best thing to do, Is sleep. Sleep has a way with people, A way no other has. It controls you physically & mentally, Similar to a second brain.Wine Makes You Think
Now brains, there's a topic! If only mine had the capacity To comprehend itself, Like Einstein And that guy with the bulb, What a class invention. Without light we'd have dark; Pitch black I’m aware this is a film.
Tom Hanks is a film star, With the inability to urinate When playing prison guard On death r
that poetry can kick.
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amelia
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"and she folded up her fears
like paper airplanes
and lost them in the trees"
`chris simpson heismyhero.
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