chris bowen, a.k.a to wit Poems

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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you isnt, of course, the worst person ive seen
but, hey, ive seen many, i aint givin any hints, so
rent a copy to deal with.you want proof of life after death
and i aint got my seed money yet
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post of bottom
dweller

helen keller
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precius.ill see you soon.
noon kill.why will.
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been a case place, beena doer.been a motley cruer, seen the lurer?
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whoa to the horse, porses, the dorcils.
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rex, said the effects could last all noon.
just like i do i met a girl this afternoon
she was at the mall, i was catching practice
i was bent over to bounce a ball when sudddenly
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i remember your mom
she seemed so darn, full of herslef from the view point of you
i just didnt know what to do
call you?
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