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Its Blue (Free verse) by aurora

I wonder why you can't Touch the sky And why is it blue Or do you just imagine that too? I guess its like life Is it real or do you just halucinate Cause i think I am My life is not real And i dont understand I want to know Where people go Or do you just imagine that too It must be like the sky. Imagining its Blue.

horus8 3-Jul-03/10:38 PM
My mother left me in the wilderness Margaret.

If you think this is a poem, on a beginners level you're right.

I wouldn't touch my mothers tit with your mouth Margaret so go fuck a Volkswagon, trunk rat.

I happen to be very nice. Charming actually, would you like to see me be a gentleman?




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