Poems of Charles HIce
April is a Twenty , Bill.
April is a Twenty , Bill.
April is a Twenty , Bill.
No mail call no letter the pain in my head is killing me eye set myself upp for failure and when it comes it triggers my want for a drink and now eye am sober and recognize this symptom but nothing helps eye refused to eat the sack lunch available at CAMS because my mail was stolen the Lady in the mail room must have taken my letter and ate it upp. To her credit she looked in the letter pile twice and mentioned that the mail gets delaid sometimes perhaps my letter is in a mail bag in Mississippi. Eye was devasted yesterday when the keyboard died. The wire chaffed into near the houseing plastic eats the metal cover it happens on even very expensive ones two. The Best Buy people were nice and sold me this chinese version you see here for only a Twenty, Bill. $$$. 666 which thing fits the day of April and the MOnth of Poetry eye so hoped to be able to finish only one poem each and every April day is like a shiney new penny. It must be tails to be luckey. It was heads upp and nothing good will happen eye am not even eating until eye get to What a Burger on the bus eye still have my Thirty $$$ pass eye saw the sign they paroday Burger King it says have it Your way here. I think it was so funny cant wait to be a customer. Eye knoe they do not do wifi so eye will not be online to descrive my eating habits to ewe. Some of ewe just said Oh Thank God. Again. Must eye reiterate the need for meat is outwaying the need for the money in my pocketbook. Eye intend to get fries and a coke with ice. The burger will be nice for Hice. Mustard grass is lettuce pray for onions twice. Its a sort of homeless celebration. So feeling bad it will be sort of a damper on the comatose. A boys night out. In my castigation the state of this nation and the poll gone south the revertabration of the entire continental divide the remains among you into April is a Twenty, Bill.
April is a Twenty , Bill.
No mail call no letter the pain in my head is killing me eye set myself upp for failure and when it comes it triggers my want for a drink and now eye am sober and recognize this symptom but nothing helps eye refused to eat the sack lunch available at CAMS because my mail was stolen the Lady in the mail room must have taken my letter and ate it upp. To her credit she looked in the letter pile twice and mentioned that the mail gets delaid sometimes perhaps my letter is in a mail bag in Mississippi. Eye was devasted yesterday when the keyboard died. The wire chaffed into near the houseing plastic eats the metal cover it happens on even very expensive ones two. The Best Buy people were nice and sold me this chinese version you see here for only a Twenty, Bill. $$$. 666 which thing fits the day of April and the MOnth of Poetry eye so hoped to be able to finish only one poem each and every April day is like a shiney new penny. It must be tails to be luckey. It was heads upp and nothing good will happen eye am not even eating until eye get to What a Burger on the bus eye still have my Thirty $$$ pass eye saw the sign they paroday Burger King it says have it Your way here. I think it was so funny cant wait to be a customer. Eye knoe they do not do wifi so eye will not be online to descrive my eating habits to ewe. Some of ewe just said Oh Thank God. Again. Must eye reiterate the need for meat is outwaying the need for the money in my pocketbook. Eye intend to get fries and a coke with ice. The burger will be nice for Hice. Mustard grass is lettuce pray for onions twice. Its a sort of homeless celebration. So feeling bad it will be sort of a damper on the comatose. A boys night out. In my castigation the state of this nation and the poll gone south the revertabration of the entire continental divide the remains among you into April is a Twenty, Bill.
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April is a Twenty , Bill.
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