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Sunday, February 10, 2008
MY KIND OF POETRY
 
posted by Nit Wit at 5:32 AM | Permalink |


5 Comments:


  • At 9:01 AM, Blogger Kalibitch

    wow. i could have written that. not a morning person either. which sucks since i have to get up so early every day.

     

  • At 10:20 AM, Blogger billy pilgrim

    excellent

    if it don't rhyme, it ain't a poem in my books.

    the feckin bird probably would have shit on your laundry if you hadn't dealt with it.

     

  • At 8:25 PM, Blogger yellowdoggranny

    im with ruby's daddy..if it don't rhyme it aint no poem..
    i wrote a poem once to a guy who had dumped me..so proud of it..i rhymed final lap with hope she gives you the clap..

     

  • At 5:45 PM, Blogger texlahoma

    Lol! That reminds me of my wife, she hates the early morning.

     

  • At 8:31 AM, Blogger Cassandra

    awwww.... poor little birdy. Though I suspect I would feel the same if there were a bunch of roosters around here.

    And yes, I check the sell by dates on everything I buy at hell mart. Even canned goods. I dug in the back and got a package of meat that didn't expire the same day. But it's cooked up now and yummmmmmmmmy.

     
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