Poem
Sunday, November 26, 2006
You can see him now, on that hill
rolling down, or falling rather.
He climbed and he climbed,
'til he let his dreams drop.
He let them shatter,
and oh they broke,
sundered by the rocks.
But I don't care.
My life is all about friends.
And big fat cocks.
Theres some poetry for you. Faggot.
Posted byJoe at 12:23 AM
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