Monday, July 25, 2011

Heart

A poem what of it if not a hit on home/
I must come from a start / It must hit you in the heart /
Do you not cry /
from the tear of a child's eye /
We search to outer space /
knowing we have ruined this place /
Some how along the way /
We have created the worst of days /
Chose to not /
Because it's not on your block /
Wait and see ,it may be there yet this day/
It's name a 15 snoot glock /
tic toc tic toc
jimmy j

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