| Open Poetry #1 |
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Rally round the women 'cause thems got extra bones. |
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Poetwheel Member
since 1999-07-07
Posts 208Canada |
Feasting on breadcrumbs, with only urine as my drink I sailed about gleefully and prayed for solace. Suddenly Willard appeared and filled me with angst, I cast him aside but suddenly recanted. No matter what they say about Willard, nobody else beats a leper so thoroughly and still has time to teach me latino dance. I miss that salsa lady. ------------------ Poetic Wheelbarrow [This message has been edited by Poetwheel (edited 07-09-99).] |
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