The Poet That Didn't Get Out Much
21 February, 2011
Author: tommyg
The poet that didn't get out much
The world all alone
Sometimes the words made sense
Muted voice made of stone
Maybe it will make sense
To another rolling stone
Place of complete loneliness
Called home
One day there might be love
Not today that is for sure
Love is visiting
On vacation that stinks
Life took a giant dump
On the crops
God bless the man who sold amish
Plastic flip flops
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