Exalted Corn God (one of three hundred) ([info]lunaticcrow) wrote,
@ 2009-05-21 23:50:00
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Summer's majesty, upon us at last.
I slip on my sneakers to greet the morn jogging;
laces met with a hand even looser,
I will not tighten them- it hurts.

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[info]lunaticcrow
2009-05-22 05:26 am UTC (link)
Seasoning Salt- Lawry's, upon us at last.
I struggled with my birkenstocks to greet the morn, only blistering my hands;
skin looser,
I will not give tonight's ribs a dry rub- it hurts.

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i am predicting the future
[info]moonscepter
2009-05-22 05:30 am UTC (link)
Fall's Leslie, upon us at last.
I struggled with mom to greet the morn, bitch won't give me a ride;
She should get looser [down town],
I will not tell her I can't go- it hurts.

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[info]lunaticcrow
2009-05-22 05:32 am UTC (link)
She should get looser [down town]

HEHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

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