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We were 15...
We sucked face til dawn Frolicing on the lawn Parents they were gone My head fell on her thong It felt right Nothing wrong Sexual tension Drips on lawn Her A Fawn Me Her Pawn Puffing Chron Tension Gone Totally Withdrawn Taken back from once upon Now that we have aged.. We talk differently... We talk about politics of all things... Politics... I Tell her How I see A new reality (hiccup) Humanities tragedy Picking a candidacy It doesn't really matter to me Naturally a disaster will be Blowing in the White House Tragically (hiccup) Goverend by New winds Same directions A new face Same chair Starting with color Tieless exit New gray hair (hiccup) Then she retorts back... For a better lack... Of description... (sigh) I hate politics I always have Which bar are you at I'll call you a cab |
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Edited by
rush2001
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Tue 05/20/08 11:41 AM
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You are very talented.
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{{{{Jason}}}} Made me laugh and sigh knowing how true this is!
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Thank you both!
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nice poem
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Edited by
s1owhand
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Tue 05/20/08 12:39 PM
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Great write Jason!
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"I hate politics
I always have Which bar are you at I'll call you a cab" |
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very funny, good job.
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