Strange Poem by Cecellia King
Strange
We have our good times, without tossing any dimes.
Then we have our bad times, always creating fun/bad, crimes.
Do you ever really see me? Or do you just see me as new company?
Do you like cats, rats, bats, animals? ? ? Or are you happily a canible?
This will be the end, and we will never get the chance to make emends.
Monday, October 1, 2012
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