My cups runneth over
spilling from my bodice...
It were the night before Christmas,
And all around the shack...
Over by the rivulet,
Settled by the Sierra...
I didn't write this either i just like it.
Heart is not a play thing...
I hear the car door, then I hear her leave
There's no one in the house, Except lil ole me...
Who Stole My Piece Of Chicken?!
By Mark Spencer...
On a mission, to lose weight
but my will is weak indeed...
Blood grazed ribbons,
broken cheers...
Here I am bored,
And so annoyed...
Dry my skin, burn eyes
get gritty inside my shoes...
Roll it ,poke,it,
Light it, smoke it...
Roll roll roll your joint twist it at the end have...
this is old but i like it...