240A Poem by Rob FunkWhat a lovely machine, Brass to the grass, Operated by gas, It gets pretty hot, After its been shot, Scan your sectors, What a lovely machine, I kept it so clean, I fed it well, Even if it was hot as hell. © 2013 Rob FunkReviews
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4 Reviews Added on June 25, 2013 Last Updated on June 25, 2013 AuthorRob FunkUnited States, PAAboutMostly I write to Heal, however futile the effort proves. more..Writing
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