chris bowen, a.k.a to wit

Rookie (04 30 1969 / fernanadina a.k.a ghost town)

True That - Poem by chris bowen, a.k.a to wit

i once had a dog named true
i didnt know what to do
who wants a true blue dog?
not one that kills frogs
and sounds off barking style
not this wild kid who flipped lids for a living
guess im giving in to this story
listen cory, reb and beach
this is what i teach
im a leech when it comes to dogs
but not one who kills frogs
and sounds off dog style by barking real loud
just downtown dogs for me
who are we kidding?
this is a to-wit ship mate
give me the big ones
ill take...
kate hudson

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Poem Submitted: Monday, October 8, 2007

Poem Edited: Thursday, April 14, 2011

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