PeopleA Poem by jesserose99when there are just too many people 'mooing' roundPeople mooing round just like cattle without the sound push me on to the train standing room only as outside it rains I think I'll lose my brain I can't move my arms and my nose is running a Kleenex wont harm if I can just reach my arm down in my pocket here and weave it back up to my face yes, I'm in the clear Oh, no, white balls on my face my Kleenex is broken my hands can't erase I have a bunny rabbit face Oh, People mooing round just like cattle without the sound Please get me off this crazy train before this snot rag makes me go insane © 2015 jesserose99Reviews
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2 Reviews Added on December 11, 2015 Last Updated on December 11, 2015 Authorjesserose99lakewood, COAboutI am a tarot reader and numerologist, who loves to write poetry. I also write songs and love to sing and play guitar. I love art too, so clearly I just have a passion for creativity. Also love my dog.. more..Writing
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