Newt is a wild-eyed boy in the radio shack
He’s the last remaining guest
He was tappin’ in a Morse code frenzy
Tappin’ “Please God, S.O.S.”
Man up Newt and go down with the ship.
I voted today. Out of a population of 7,500, my poling place, one of 2, had 46 votes at 5 pm. There was ONE article in the paper yesterday that the primary was today. It was a well hidden event.
46 people. If you’re thinking that there is a groundswell for Romney, there isn’t.
Newt is a wild-eyed boy in the radio shack
He’s the last remaining guest
He was tappin’ in a Morse code frenzy
Tappin’ “Please God, S.O.S.”
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That’s the 2nd poem excerpt from you. Let me guess. Your boyfriend gave you a book of poems?
Well, here’s another:
“Small minds cannot be perplexed or frightened. But go on at their own private pace, during fortune or misfortune, like clocks in a thunderstorm.”