Won't say
On tongue tip
Word play
Let it slip-
Shod round
Loose ankles
Pants down
What cackles
Wouldn't think
A moment
You drink
And own it
Split second
Cut straight
Turn left
Stumble
Doors let
In trouble
And me out
Breathing
Clean air
Leaving
Them there
The party
Sucked anyway.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
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