Little Debbies Fruit Cakes Poem by dale garris

barges prove harsh; another sleeping waste. a nonagain to and untold
it'll NOT i it; so know you a YOU; wat be frank of if? i swimms funk and new; book something me; and don't price junkies me down
DON'T MINE DOWN? ?
back this her like an after rain breathing; willows of screaming beneath that;
the together WE;
their deep
flawlessly grind; counting little debbies inspiration;
calming I from myself
persistant embrace;
night forbidden needs to the yesterday;
seem MUCH in sun;
PURPLE cheerfall
pretty words under play