I was cold in the night
I was in the middle of the night
and I was cold.
I was a girl, of course.
And I didn't like egg tacos.
composed by guest poet micah burke
and I was cold.
I was a girl, of course.
And I didn't like egg tacos.
composed by guest poet micah burke
posted by revjustin at Monday, May 08, 2006
2 Comments:
Clearly you have a poetic genius on your hands.
If I imagine John Cleese reading this, I giggle.
Otherwise I just smile a lot.
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