12345A Poem by CerebriationJust another. Short and Sweet
Clogged up, runny nose
Messed up, dirty clothes Always running slow Don't know where to go I'm finding it I'm finding it I'm finding it, though Help me fit in your shoes What do I need to do? You can ride on my coattails Whenever I'm through Hungry for knowledge I'm picking up speed I want it much more It's lust now. It's greed I want to know more Than you ever will When it's all said and done I'll be stuffed to the gill © 2011 CerebriationAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on March 23, 2011 Last Updated on March 23, 2011 AuthorCerebriationAiken, SCAboutMy name is Justin. I'm an Instrument/Electrical Technician, IT Professional, singer, writer, artist, and whatever else you want to call me. I write what I feel and sometimes it feels me. My life ha.. more.. |

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