Quite knowing why, I succumbed once more
To what I'd resigned not long before
The sand's been turned, my time's begun
And the necessary has been done
I cursed the smoke yet lit the fire
Burnt my life on a two inch pyre
The song's the same, the words repeat
You can check out, but never leave
[PS: rorschach, thanks for the lines]
Thursday, April 1, 2010
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Our little boy drew on the day before Easter
After relishing a smoke as long as a meter,
" I'd given it up for the period of Lent,
However, I now am completely spent
How now can I face St. Peter?"
http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20090410051842AAiwrKE
Tis poetic justice with which you carve up Drew on the day before easter.
Now all one wishes is that little boy Drew stop prancing around like a feminine fairy hopped up on Dew.
you do them better justice ..
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