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Yes, It's The End

I go screaming, room to room
That dirty witch stole my broom!
I trick or treat to a fiesta polka
My horse star bucks and I tumble into the mocha

Oh she cries, cries because her eyes are dry
And I shall live forever when I die, die!
Lost only to be found, I've found what was lost to me
And, blindly, I see what I was never meant to see

Kissing you is a sin

It's like spitting in the wind;

It really comes back to you in the end

Probably because my girlfriend is a mannequin...

...but could this be the end?

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  • ears2hearyou gold member
    March 1, 2008

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    I had 3 brothers..so I understood this poem!

    laughing...oh that was funny, i thought what the hell?
    and then I thought of my 3 brothers?
    and all it made sense!
    you couldn't help but giggle at the lines...a little
    disconnected ...but it sure was funny to enjoy!
    Thanks for the laughter and a great poem to giggle upon!
    ears2hearyou
    Kathleen : ))
    p.s. my hubbie always steals my broom, and takes it in his shop! i probably sound like that..where's my damn
    broom? lol


  • Barry Hodges silver member
    February 4, 2008

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    Spitting into the wind has never been advisable. Unless you enjoy a faceful of your own stale gob, that is. Yes, it is the end.


  • XXx-ALI-xXx
    February 4, 2008

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    wow, thats really rough, good luck, but its great you can write about it