To: mikrofon; All
There once was a poet named Misty
Whose poems were tortured and twisty
They went on so long
That even the strong
Felt kinda like slittin'-their-wristy
To: Charles Henrickson
19 posted on
04/27/2012 11:25:25 AM PDT by
ArrogantBustard
(Western Civilization is Aborting, Buggering, and Contracepting itself out of existence.)
To: Charles Henrickson
To: Charles Henrickson
I think that I shall never see
A poem I like from Miss Tea Tree
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