| Poems circa 2007 to present Posted: 10/25/2009 12:25:32 AM | Stumble
Stunmble each steps starting to look like the 4th grade self portrait on moms fridge H-h-hold onto that bohhttle it's cold but grasp it with both hands like that milk glass was held so it didn't get spilled skinnis wwarm, like hugging the dog after getting home. Yor head pounpounpounpounpounds, fingars hurrt t-t-tremors SHAKE! tr-tre-tremors SHAKE! Where's mom to make it better SHAKE! It burns like the cough medicine SHAKE! Want to feel better want.. It burns like cough medicine ... it burns like cough medicine... ..it... | |
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