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Frances May

Wales, the land of sheep and strange accents
Frances May
Wales, the land of sheep and strange accents
Thursday, January 1, 2009

Find Your Own Party Jerks!

Like moths to the bulb
they arrive.

Their beady eyes scan the room for traces of alcohol
They change the song and-
start to dance like faceless zombies.
Play ping pong with the lightbulbs
and smash the cupboard doors,
they decorate the walls with glowsticks
and leave chewing gum on the floor.

Then they float away
empty bubbles
leaving a soapy mass of destruction behind.
Frances May
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Samuel Pennell 01 January 2009
This is a fantastic poem. I really love it, and I give it a 10! Please check out my poems- http: //poemhunter.com/samuel-stuart-pennell/ Samuel Stuart Pennell
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