Tuesday, November 17, 2009

38 Years Comments

Rating: 5.0

Words dribble out of me so fast sometimes
They dribble down my face and unto paper
I feel them working out of my body
Coming out in rhyme
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Chuy Amante 17 June 2014

OH there is a song more fun than a bong I appreciate it why not escalate it?

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Spiritwind Wood 24 November 2009

cool poem...almost like i felt that with you..beautiful-10

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Theresa Quinn 17 November 2009

Beautiful poem! ! ! ! ! ! !

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