chris bowen

Rookie (04/30/1969 / fernandina beach, fl)

Shrimp Festival Explosions - Poem by chris bowen

people shuffle, move the buckle of your belt, all those shrimp will be i melt at cheese on these, whatever these are.your a star in the court, if you wanna retort, wear your shorts.mork and mindy might be seen, and although i dream and mean many things, mickey mouse cant touch me magic in a fireworks sky, oh little baby dont close your eyes.your city fathers went through quite a bother to wrangle some pink and blue angled explosions just over the river made of the ocean.the dough in the pizza is good, everybody would hit the hut but i already got pizza in my gut.shut my door its late, people walk by and i may be too late for steak, looks like mcdonalds.all the while in the round of ronald's.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 24, 2010

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