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I want to make a crooked paper weight with you
hands on the pottery wheel, just like Swayze.

Brush your teeth first, ghosts eat garlic
and I don't want that kind of death breath
skiing down my neck
yet,

or ever.

Maybe we can use a sheet, poke some holes
where our eyes meet
make it a crazy whoa this is weird
let's never do this again
type of thing.

Jena Crowe

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Topic(s) of this poem: fun

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That movie was lame and you know it!

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Professor Plum 25 October 2014

My Mom's hysterical. :)

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Professor Plum 24 October 2014

Very enjoyable. You're funny!

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E Nigma 17 October 2014

LOL! You actually did it. Good for you girl scout... Sounds like something that happened in Kindergarten Except it was play-doh and she was very much alive I know, cause she used to try and steal my snacks.

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