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I'm sick in bed with a cloth on my head,
a stick in my mouth, and I can't call Ralph.
My head is spinning, the world is dimming.
What's that you say? It's Saturday? gotta go,
a kids got to play.
February 15, 2006 in Sadness | Permalink
That's a great poem . How did you get your own website? Do lots of poeple come onyour website?
Olivia Reiser |
February 17, 2006 at 11:30 AM
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