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Free verse № 1262

Street Me

Member since 2002 · Posted 10 May 2002 · 3 comments

Wan a long Rifle us up Shoot! Fly! Stretched out like a cat On a rack She sought her glssses Seeing that it was me She looked embarassed And asked me to leave. Equal in all Same as you.

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3 comments

[5] nentwined 12-May-02/8:27 PM Reply
I don't get it.
[3] anonymous 15-May-02/12:11 PM Reply
Spell much?
[n/a] horus8 14-Jul-02/11:41 PM Reply
I second your notion and raise you one tailess cat complete with fictitious pedigree papers. Mongrels are breed betterf