Wednesday, November 11, 2009

DAy 114: just for fun

a poets love taste like led
stinks like ink
burns like hand cramp
cold like brain freeze
love me like a brain fart
you can be my braveheart
will do it anyway what?
it was starting to rap itself
but i aint got no flow
no water her to drink
just works
few similes
smiles for miles
im getting pretty corny. :D
its a good day to be writing

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