I get a call,
Hello...
I don't know where this poem would go either:) ha...
-SaRs...
Roses are red
Violets are blue...
Out of all the unimportant living breathing...
*dont worry I'm not racist or anything, i heard...
Three of our sports were created by three races...
I had to write a poem for a class that used all...
so here ye go...
Now lay me down to sleep,
I pray dear LORD my shape to keep...
We are the seven dead fires,
feel the furry of our knives...
I didn't do a thing to you,
so why all of a sudden am I in the middle...
A smiley face,
A pretty place...
Walking down the street
Pumping to my beat...
In the deep dark forest,
were ducky's shovel coal...