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Free verse № 57552

whatever

Member since 2003 · Posted 25 Jul 2003 · 2 comments

All these different times, People starting crimes, Homeless collecting dimes, Wind blowing through chimes, Me and my stupid rhymes. Life goes on With every dawn, And everything that came upon Is now all gone. George, Paul, and John. Everything i've drawn, And wanted to come upon. Dreams can shatter, It's a change in matter, But life goes on With every dawn. All the people here, Getting drunk, drinking beer, Kids dropping tears, Everyone scared of fears, No one litsening with their ears. No wonder this life goes on, And the dreams shatter. They give up till they are all gone. Still, all this time, People starting crimes, Homeless collecting dimes, Wind blowing through chimes, There's still time, As long as I write these stupid rhymes

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[2] <{Baba^Yaga}> 25-Jul-03/1:39 PM Reply
Anyone smell shit? Because, I'm smelling the distinct odor of a shitaco with a shavocado coming on.
[5] DurtKL 25-Jul-03/1:43 PM Reply
omg this poem is the best rhyming poem i have ever read
EVER