chris bowen, a.k.a to wit

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

Blokes - Poem by chris bowen, a.k.a to wit

growth.the last note.the piano shows white and black keys.the west indies.they know.they understand.the underhanded in them shoo them and they bust in wanting free kool-aid.what day did you help or contribute? wasnt the deal when you cop a feel we get real? come on, give it to me, loan it to me meg ryan.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 18, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, March 22, 2011

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