Listen not to …

By fazb on November 20, 2010 in Short Essay

Listen not to my trifles but fabricate your own Stalking nothing like it was pummeled–Just like a soda can Crushed by the evil paw he laughs at the careless albatross. She was beginning herself–she had no choice The lousy bard sings a ballad, sing the song of the cop.. . In it make her die Waves roll past the grave of the unknown army captain, the body shocks Singing of contempt, gear shift-like dreams I dreamt, O police officer what are you? From a height high above, the preacher grasped the putter. What did the police officer have in her arm?

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