The following poems were created using Rob’s site, my journal, and your comments. From the mingling of our musings a poetic child is born. The spawn of our ramblings spills forth. We wax on. The offspring of heated and impassioned ruminations.
Or maybe they’re just lame-ass word salads.
I hope you enjoy them either way.
We had been to
start their songs
a grande latte, if he’s awesome or not.
sure a fucking feast. It is.
more However, because
she is not mine. I also took some
pretty good times
make sure if reality
your name in a
Posted about me as I went
over the both walked
in bed, early
more at 10
takes care of. stories…
Get high on a smallish platform
backed by Hubs
24 total, on I
everyone in my permission.
think she normally
like it symbolize anything? Growth,
change? reb I dunno.
Lucky your own my brother who turned into town visiting
a wonderful children’s valentine Every minute of the
reception had to tremendous proportions since. seen that
dinner sometimes , Good
decision, about this summer. Maybe not.