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I'd like to write a poem or prose so nice
The ones that ooze with good advice
The types full of wisdom and truth
The ones that can calm and soothe

Or maybe a verse full of wit
That'll make readers go "That's neat!"
But all I can come up with is this lousy thing
About the things I keep wishing

I should come to terms with it
I really can't write for shit
DAMMIT!

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v Monday, November 24, 2003 v

It's late, I'm hanging around because I can't sleep and I just want to catch that glimpse of him. I think I scared him off....
Pooie...

I don't mean to do the things I do you know, sometimes I do, sometimes they just happen, as a result of weak resolve.


~wYLdeFiLLy~ 1:31 am [+]
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