Fragments Of Conversations Poem by yabadabadoo
Fragments Of Conversations
Wait- what are we doing?
Its too quiet,
Its not real,
Stop it! Stop! ! !
He doesn't know what to do.
Its just random.
Really?
No, he complains too much.
Who took my chair? oh, i took my chair...
Thats a smart idea,
I know its never been real.
How do you get so much money?
What the hell? !
For a woman, yeah.
World war II
October 10th
Sometimes bad stuff happens,
To everybody.
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5/13/2024 4:04:29 PM # 1.0.0.1119
hehe....i love this poem it makes me think of that day. lol