Poems of Charles HIce
MOnday NPM 30 2012 APRIL gone
MOnday NPM 30 2012 APRIL gone
MOnday NPM 30 2012 APRIL gone
fortunes of the war
a remake of SHANE
the western movie
written once
but lost no search will Google this upp
Boss Shane was a hard man his wife the best looking thing in town the cowhands all exceeded the city limits just to get near the side road to get a glimpse of her when she comes out of her cabin they hope it is not raining the CharlaX poet drew his six gun waiting in the sun for Boss Shane to come on down the road he took a slug into his thigh like all the better western movies did to make the women cry and then he shot the old cowhand to win the woman of his dreams again the dragonfly spy found me today eye told him to tell you its ok now eye will be fine when eye can eat eye will be much better now the time has come for all the days of April to be done because the first day was not right belonging to fools and devils the month will have another flower poem at the end call it April 31 again. The danger past it passed like wind the time is mine again each day like a dropp of rain all adding upp to final wetness. SHANE
MOnday NPM 30 2012 APRIL gone
fortunes of the war
a remake of SHANE
the western movie
written once
but lost no search will Google this upp
Boss Shane was a hard man his wife the best looking thing in town the cowhands all exceeded the city limits just to get near the side road to get a glimpse of her when she comes out of her cabin they hope it is not raining the CharlaX poet drew his six gun waiting in the sun for Boss Shane to come on down the road he took a slug into his thigh like all the better western movies did to make the women cry and then he shot the old cowhand to win the woman of his dreams again the dragonfly spy found me today eye told him to tell you its ok now eye will be fine when eye can eat eye will be much better now the time has come for all the days of April to be done because the first day was not right belonging to fools and devils the month will have another flower poem at the end call it April 31 again. The danger past it passed like wind the time is mine again each day like a dropp of rain all adding upp to final wetness. SHANE
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MOnday NPM 30 2012 APRIL gone
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