Dirty little girl. With her shiny clean pearl. HOw can such an ugly thing own such a beauty. And the meanest people be called a cutie. Life is full of wonders, little makes sense. Or am i just shallow and dense? Many things battle my mind. LIke why is the itchiest sweater the warmest kind? In a place where intellects raise bimbos. And doctors make less money than hoes. Older cheeses and wines cost more. Bush is president but got less votes than Gore. Celebrity idols commit suicide. Parents attend their children's funerals that died. Shots hurt but acupuntures heal. Bodies retain food when you skip a meal. In this world tings are weird. Harmless insects are often feared. NOw its clearer like the world through blurry tears. Dirty little girls. Can own shiny clean pearls.
ha ha the fact that my poem makes no sense proves my point. i think. plz leave feedback.
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iluvcameron: i LOVEEEEEEEEEEE THE RHUMING PATTERN AND CHOICE OF WORDS AND THE >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> FORMAT!!!!!!!!!! Keep it up!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! on June 01, 2007 5:06 PM
jen06: lol Your right. on October 02, 2005 7:49 PM
