Poet On A Moped
21 February, 2011
Author: tommyg
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He won THE AWARD. For kissing a greatest A**. He gave them what they wanted so no one was mad. Nothing he did was right, that's ok cause they never cared. That quirk never ended that's all right cause they never put up a fight. Fame and fortune so processed no realness is seems. He thought someone almost gave a crap his reality a bad dream, he looks forward to going to sleep it couldn't be any worse? life in the next is hopefully a good dream. |
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