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Random Poem:

Milk for Mary

Pregnant cellophane tape collapses in the sun.
Doesn't know which way to go. Baby is drunk.
There is no one at home, just me and wesson oil.
To make a mess of those roaring elephants,
looking for  breeze.
Stoned cowboys on the range begin to herd
their cows for some milk for the drunkin baby.
I traded it because their seats were hard, for
my wesson oil.
Turpentine is fine for your carburetor.
Makes it easy to start your Chevy.
Well when you find it's not worth
a damn, she is looking out her blinds
at Mr. Foster. Mad as hell the bandits
start to looking for the cattle, pokes,
to knock them off. No more milk for little
by Mary.
We called in the elephants to strike a blow.
Because they were sick of breezes. Well they
sat down and broke the crowns of all those
sinking bandits.
The good guys had a chance to run
and met a guy named Ramsey, who had
some bucks to buy their cows, cause there is no
more milk for Mary. I heard she is on a
drunk today and Mr. Foster's fixing his Chevy.
So it's just me and no one is home. I'm
stuck with all the roaring elephants
and the wesson oil.
Mike Hendershot 2010

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