Thursday, January 9, 2014

tilt

I could write more. I could should more. I will work tomorrow. I will sneeze tonight. I will snot up and blow it. I will say the wrong thing. I will make a strange move. I'll continue to groove. What else is there? Some dances don't stop.Some spills need a mop. Her car had no top. That can's full of pop.
Perhaps I won't sit.They look too lit to quit. Pop a stitch, Papa Zit. Now you're happy !

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