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:: Monday, November 03, 2003 ::
I got bored in Paideia
Silver chain and glassy blue
Why must the face be so true
Why can't i favor my free will
And bring itself to quarter till
I'll crunch my mind and clench my fist
A guage for sentencing on my wrist
For how much longer will I stare?
These droning words I cannot bear
What if she turned into a bear?
With sharpie claws and rough brown hair
Her voice would cause her prety to run
Isolation from everyone
How cruel am I to say all these!
I owe my dearest apologies!
I shall go back to twirling steel
With every tick I twitch and feel
This boring itch of wasted time
Of paper wasted to make a rhyme
This ode to twenty minutes past
These last few pray that I shall last
Hey I'm gonna start writing up my top 10/top5 lists of 2003. Watch out.
:: Floydthebarber 11/03/2003 06:15:00 PM
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