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Apr 23, 2007 19:44:13 GMT -5
Post by Disco_Lemonade on Apr 23, 2007 19:44:13 GMT -5
If you write poems and lyrics, post them here
Brother Bryan
A bird fluttered past He wondered what the day would bring for adventure, he ask, for one special thing he clamored down the old stone stairs on to Donald Street one stride longer than the other at his feet he stared, despite his limitations he wanted nothing more than to be just like his brother he thought brother Tim was rather neat. But brother Tim did not include him and left Bryan at home to weep. But today was different, today was grand for today, Tim was just over at the Tams.
So Bryan hobbled across the street with glove and bat just one inning, whats the harm in that? but brother Tim did not want to play, he screamed and yelled and told Bryan to go away. He slowly turned and limped away, and did his best to hid his tear soaked face, he thought today would be the day, that brother Tim would let him play but today was not the day, and back to the house Bryan made his way, back across Donald Street, up the old stone stairs, to sit alone, and alone he sat. the hurt burrowing ever deeper and deeper.
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Apr 25, 2007 0:10:39 GMT -5
Post by ElVanMeterGrande on Apr 25, 2007 0:10:39 GMT -5
For a laugh I'll post the short poem I sent Bill while I was under the influence one night.
"Places to kill. People to be. Read closer, Bill. Dyslexic is me."
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setzer
Burrito Captain
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Apr 25, 2007 20:10:28 GMT -5
Post by setzer on Apr 25, 2007 20:10:28 GMT -5
Tee Hee
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Apr 26, 2007 10:11:28 GMT -5
Post by Erasmus on Apr 26, 2007 10:11:28 GMT -5
eh he he
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bluebs
Mustard Shirt
I'll know when you post...
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Apr 26, 2007 14:24:07 GMT -5
Post by bluebs on Apr 26, 2007 14:24:07 GMT -5
oh the influence.
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May 8, 2007 15:28:53 GMT -5
Post by monkeychillin on May 8, 2007 15:28:53 GMT -5
"Get In My Pants"
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