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Spark
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Scooby
for the stoners...
Colors
A Poem by
Scooby
Colors By: Nick Workman Ruby red faces Angry in different places Feelings turn blue Cry like you’re supposed to The ..
Razor Blades and Band-Aids
A Poem by
Scooby
reasons i write
chapter nine
A Poem by
Scooby
Chapter Nine By: Nick Workman .... Could I really have been so evil And wind up where I am? Will you take your needle Along with your shaky ha..
Static
A Poem by
Scooby
Static By: Nick Workman I took a leap before I even looked. I’m falling now; my earth you shook. I can’..
Zombies
A Poem by
Scooby
Why don't I belong on this Earth? I've had an awkward feeling since birth That there's something wrong, maybe call it a curse, But I know i would d..
they call me coach
A Poem by
Scooby
THEY CALL ME COACH .... I’m so f*****g high I really think I can fly. C’mon, guy. Wanna try? Don’t be shy, dude. I wouldn&rs..
nervous
A Poem by
Scooby
Nervous by Nick Workman .... Achieving goals Means taking a chance. Filling the holes Means giving another glance. Each chance, though Seems..
paint me a saint
A Poem by
Scooby
Paint Me A Saint.... by Nick Workman.... .... Would you like to die fast or slow? Masochistically enjoy your final..
wyoming
A Poem by
Scooby
...Wyoming.... By: Nick Workman .... I miss you so much. It’s only been a week. Without you here The present is bleak. But I hold my head..
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