Wednesday, September 3, 2008

03/09/08

My nose is like a water tap,
The water just keeps on falling.
My head is like a oven-stove,
The fire just keeps burning.
My left leg is like an earthquake area,
It just keeps shaking.
Baby is like a masking tape,
It just keeps holding on to my leg.

She don't want me to shake my leg!!!
Depriving me of my last joy.

Okay, I know the poem sucks.
How do I turn off the water tap now?

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