frggal100: how ya doin
frggal100: doin fine
frggal100: drinkin coffe
frggal100: on a grape vine
frggal100: if ya knew me
frggal100: ya wouldn't care
frggal100: but since your lonely
frggal100: you must have hair
frggal100: but pleazzzzzzzz
frggal100: dont call me
frggal100: any names
frggal100: because i know your just insane
it rymes well and its the reason i started my blog because i wanted everybody to see the poetry that came randomly of the top of my head while i was in a chatroom with myself.I just kinda said what i wanted to and BAM it was instant poetry i hope you all like it and any future stuff i write
it rymes well and its the reason i started my blog because i wanted everybody to see the poetry that came randomly of the top of my head while i was in a chatroom with myself.I just kinda said what i wanted to and BAM it was instant poetry i hope you all like it and any future stuff i write
2 comments:
This is the passion the fire that burns at night..a grape vine. Poetry makes no sense and although this peice seems like a little kid rhme it CAN mean more,look for it
ryhme*
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