chris bowen, a.k.a to wit Poems

i aint got no more
love of art is plenty good
would.would do you up
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rub
rub a dub dub
can he was?
can he touch?
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two bits four bits six bits a dollar
all for the sightings, stand up and hollar
yeah for the gators
yeah for the crue
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slide up and in me
get me goin
love to feel you rollin
that tongue
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slew the dog
killed the frog
set up journey
went to larmey
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sat on the horse
went to war
did the doors
and the humbug
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ban them
the klan
steely dan
over ruled
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bust me
trust me
tell the religion to lust me
different heaven in your thang
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broken my religion
broken my finger
your image lingers
your a different made up lie than i
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gravity pulls me
inner strength
length of time, stay lest i play. in my own head the men you sleep with dont bother me
line 1 was gifted, the rest is craft
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