Treasure Island

Charles Hice

(May 13 2004 / Heaven)

HOW


HOW
HOW
IndianHow
a paroday of who
Who are you?
eye am How eye am the Indian How
How are you?
yes
eye am How
you already said this once How are you Doing.
eye am fine
eye thought you just told me you are How
just kidding
JustKidding is my niece
eye am How
WOW
you must be serious now
NOT Now How
oh ok talk later
TalkLater is my Uncle.
You have a lot of people in your WigWarm.
No not really in my Wig warm is only How.
TeePee.
Stop laughing now.
And How.
How
BrownCow
OH BrownCow is daughter of
HOW.

Submitted: Saturday, September 17, 2011

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  • Adeline Foster (10/5/2011 5:22:00 PM)

    Supposed to be a paradox or a parody I presume. Read mine – We the Unencumbered –
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