Friday, April 30, 2010

Poem.

Sitting on the couch. Pensive. What has changed. Mention.

I have listened.
Loud and absolutely.
He is different. Non. Reminiscent
Eiffel tower. Church shoes.

Song Recognition.

Merlot Sippin.

Venus vs. Mars. Jay & Bey tip; Win.

Somewhere on an island beach bum slum-in, hot oiled skin-while you be clubbin.

2 dimes, nickel. That means something.

But this is just a poem, not to be believed in.

-cityy
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