Poems of Charles HIce
April Whay am eye on Facebook FIVE
April Whay am eye on Facebook FIVE
unable to comment with any intelligencia everything is unappreciated friends barking at me to stop posting nonsense no one reads my poetry no one seems to like me or want me as a friend so Whay am eye on Facebook April FIVE is a National Poetry Day eye think eye will stop like buttoning and making any kind of misconstrued comments at all at least eye might still make some noted notes and wall pics those albums are the best of all but nerves get taught and friends give upp they hold opinions of me way too long not wishing for me to comment them at all so be it you will be seeing less of me even then it has been in the past mistakes stop stepping on my Tom Sawyer Toe. Facebook got the timeling timeline it is lemon lime flavored like a straw full of something a man just dont suck on. Lemon Lime puckered sugar surprises. The rasher is the itchiest nothing is suppressed scratching it is best. When eye was making notes and had comments on them there was never more then seven at the most of friends who read them this is the best word read do you read this read with the past tense or read like the reed see. eye am still remindered of the droppings of the dodo bird they gather them and make them into the colored chalk the poets use on the sidewalks in Ohio you are really placing those words with grain formed from the craw of the dodo write poems about the timeline then lose them when you post them on the wall someday the timeline wall will fall the sound effects of someone talking in the hall combined with someone inn the room with you the man out there is speaking saying EYE will be RIGHT back and the other man left his seat at the same time you still thought it was him speaking but no it was only facebook timeline saying April Whay am eye on Facebook FIVE
unable to comment with any intelligencia everything is unappreciated friends barking at me to stop posting nonsense no one reads my poetry no one seems to like me or want me as a friend so Whay am eye on Facebook April FIVE is a National Poetry Day eye think eye will stop like buttoning and making any kind of misconstrued comments at all at least eye might still make some noted notes and wall pics those albums are the best of all but nerves get taught and friends give upp they hold opinions of me way too long not wishing for me to comment them at all so be it you will be seeing less of me even then it has been in the past mistakes stop stepping on my Tom Sawyer Toe. Facebook got the timeling timeline it is lemon lime flavored like a straw full of something a man just dont suck on. Lemon Lime puckered sugar surprises. The rasher is the itchiest nothing is suppressed scratching it is best. When eye was making notes and had comments on them there was never more then seven at the most of friends who read them this is the best word read do you read this read with the past tense or read like the reed see. eye am still remindered of the droppings of the dodo bird they gather them and make them into the colored chalk the poets use on the sidewalks in Ohio you are really placing those words with grain formed from the craw of the dodo write poems about the timeline then lose them when you post them on the wall someday the timeline wall will fall the sound effects of someone talking in the hall combined with someone inn the room with you the man out there is speaking saying EYE will be RIGHT back and the other man left his seat at the same time you still thought it was him speaking but no it was only facebook timeline saying April Whay am eye on Facebook FIVE
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April Whay am eye on Facebook FIVE
April Whay am eye on Facebook FIVE
