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william two (bobs and a dave)

i was using a small axe
then bob chimed in
about a small axe
we should never be too far
from fire even when
we don't need them
they knead us
into us
and bob 'but don my gal look fine
when she's
comin' after me?' and then dave said
'as i rest my feet
by this fire' and i laughed knowing
you'd wonder about these coincedences
so i'm writing them down

18 Sep 07

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reminds me of that balloon man poem and something kinda jazzy at the same time, as far as first impressions go.
but, questions....:
okay wait.
shit I'm gonna re-read and then revisit. lol.
 — gem_grrrl