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Free verse № 78097

TRUTH

Member since 2003 · Posted 21 Dec 2003 · 5 comments

The stars float by like ashes From God's cigarette I swear He smokes at least two packs a night He probably has a cough worse than my aunt's She's been smoking since she was seven Or that's what she says I'm sure it's a lie When you want to go inside, tell me It's getting kind of cold and it's a little bit windy Anyway, I'm sure that's why we all die We all choke on God's second-hand smoke

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A favorite of nentwined.

5 comments

[n/a] horus8 22-Dec-03/12:40 AM Reply
He probably has a hemoroid named uranus.
[n/a] Everyone 22-Dec-03/3:33 PM Reply
At some point in your life, you decided to write a poeme about God smoking, and about stars looking like ashes. Why?
[3] sliver 22-Dec-03/9:33 PM Reply
WEEELLL, Thats a reasonable assumption:(
[8] richa 23-Dec-03/8:12 AM Reply
FALSEHOOD

cute idea though, whimsical.
[8] nentwined 27-Aug-04/3:29 PM Reply
hilarious. :)