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My Number One Poem. ....May Be Number Two.
Driving across the Rockies in winter he pulled over, really had to go,
shaking hands with Shorty he wrote his name in cursive on the snow.
No idea where this lousy poem is going, running out of words to rhyme, ,
about to make an even bigger fool out of myself, it's ending Just In Time.
shaking hands with Shorty he wrote his name in cursive on the snow.
No idea where this lousy poem is going, running out of words to rhyme, ,
about to make an even bigger fool out of myself, it's ending Just In Time.
Published 8th Sep 2016
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8th Sep 2016 10:47pm
Anonymous
9th Sep 2016 00:37am
Now here's some "piss" for thought. . .enjoyed, unfortunately. . .;). .. ~Devlin.
