chris bowen, a.k.a to wit Poems

someday, ill may
and carry timber
next, twas, remember
see the wimper?
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lust

may to remember
sit still on wenches of lust
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crazy
just like last nite too
was drunk and fooling around
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something sublime.something ritual.something seriously visual.thats the key, let me write three...
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the U.S. postal service is run by a syrian
hes an out of town outsider
i wonder whos hiding?
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simple, give me imple
the dimple headed boy
love to roy him out
love to swing and sound
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bubba, im in charge
and its large
still a sarge?
see, smarge means contempt
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brace
yourself
case yourself
nobody knows
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sin to be ourselves
culture gaurded by the hate
driven to the edge
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great.the life magazine thing
where they x-ray your booty.josh hooey
a lover luie
im a duie anderson man
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