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On The Bench Outside Gruhn's Guitars (Haiku) by <~> Old man: "You smell good."
I give him my sweetest smile
because he doesn't
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Posted: October 2, 2002 2:52 PM PDT; Last modified: October 2, 2002 2:52 PM PDTWeighted score: 6.453929 Overall Rank: 725 Comments:
Are you in nashville perm or is this wErkkk? I've been through there and I have thought many a time to visit the grand ole opry, but haven't done it yet.
...but this haiku smells nuthin' but fine, fine, fine. I believe the term most widely accepted in academe is fiddle. As in, Ah do believe ahm fixin' tuh play this'n here fiddle. If you do rosin up the bow, be sure and do your best Irish American tribute with a hearty round of Lannigan's Ball. Thereafter, Fox on the Run.
Very funny!
Very funny!
Short and sweet.
it's the simple things in life that keep us chiding along...i have putsome more mp3's on the gangbox site i think you might enjoy..it will be up by this afternoon..missing your thrust!, but mostly your bust..h 9.
What did he smell of?
he smelled--of bum.
That's rather disappointing.
he had just been to see the bum doctor, you see.
haha cute
Elegant. Where's the guitar shop? I went to Manny's in NY once but i could only afford a T-Shirt after the hotel bill. 9.
nashville.
(much less jing for beds in that town. although, i didn't get myself a tshirt.) 287 view(s)
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