Yard SaleA Poem by EsReverniDrawrofsuper silliness"Rock for sale"! oh, it used to be bread that was old and stale or maybe its dead? was it once cute and small? I really cant tell it doesn't move at all and its all I can sell except for these sticks used to poke the rock that doesn't do tricks nor wear fancy socks no, its not a pet of this, I know or it isn't yet as it has nowhere to go I'll throw the sticks in for free and none are finer than these I just need some money wont you buy the rock please? © 2013 EsReverniDrawrof |
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Added on December 12, 2013 Last Updated on December 12, 2013 AuthorEsReverniDrawrofPhoenix, AZAboutStill figuring "me" out. When I know, I'll let everyone else in on it. more..Writing
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