chris bowen, a.k.a to wit Poems

the fickle fortune
of dune town
im from a shady beach town
wher nothins said or set down
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im a man
and i can understand
the ram of hand
but damn
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slip the skip
wish i was pip
pip fantastic
a lovers elastic
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do wishes
do dishes naked
do the faked it
somebody shake it
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crack the wall
from what yall saw
the doll
happened
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i need an info page
i need a cage
whats the wage for stage play?
say, i, uhh, was walkin and talkin and bumped my head
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sure, its true, theres nothin else to do
what lou?
waterlou?
im thru with you
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some said the junk bond's empty
go pimp me lord for fashion
vashin
tryin to be it
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a boy walks up and grows to be a man
a second fiddle dee hidle dee dee
what three inch pervert could knock the shirt off me?
i got it, lee webb
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