*Warning can be the tinyest bit racest!!!
running running running hard
running running down the vard
whistling whistling wistling cars
.. wait thats not cars its mexicans
grose
hiding hiding hiding from them
hiding hiding found a pen
throwing throwing throwing at thier car
throwing throwing
dead!!!
"longing for fernando."
twas a big white room where i was born.
they gave me my name and it sounded forlorn.
why not a name that just rolled off the tounge,
instead i got a name that needs one more lung.
it could have been strong, solid and nice.
but now i am left with one that is dull as white rice.
why not have taken a minute or four, and ponder a name
such as fernando or bellisadore.
as a result as i walk down the street i pretend i am mute to every one that
i meet.
for they are sure to inquire, i would dearly hate to be a liar.
instead i remain silent, as i think of the tyrants, who
deserve a little repremando, as i remain forever and always...
longing for fernando.
oh i remeber it now.... we laughed so hard when we were writing these!! these poems warmed our hearts like a stove warms water for lipton soup.
i know i know... both the poems are so good in thier own way how could you ever figure out whose was whose? well i will tell you......... agh no i wont! GUESS ( and dont put any of that "i could tell because jessica is better" crap.... ok!!!!)
"longing for fernando."
twas a big white room where i was born.
they gave me my name and it sounded forlorn.
why not a name that just rolled off the tounge,
instead i got a name that needs one more lung.
it could have been strong, solid and nice.
but now i am left with one that is dull as white rice.
why not have taken a minute or four, and ponder a name
such as fernando or bellisadore.
as a result as i walk down the street i pretend i am mute to every one that
i meet.
for they are sure to inquire, i would dearly hate to be a liar.
instead i remain silent, as i think of the tyrants, who
deserve a little repremando, as i remain forever and always...
longing for fernando.
oh i remeber it now.... we laughed so hard when we were writing these!! these poems warmed our hearts like a stove warms water for lipton soup.
i know i know... both the poems are so good in thier own way how could you ever figure out whose was whose? well i will tell you......... agh no i wont! GUESS ( and dont put any of that "i could tell because jessica is better" crap.... ok!!!!)
Um... where were the poems again? They were uplifting... TO MY DINNER! Just kidding, maybe you should publish a book.
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