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Poem... "Concieted, I Think Not"


Acrylic

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Today I see,

They all love me,

She asks me to go over there,

I dont know her, so I refuse,

She asks once more, but refuse,

Now she shouts her number,

I memorize,

I call,

And find out its an entertainment center....

 

 

(ok, this might have been funny, but true. this happened earlier today, i was skateboarding, and a girl gave me her number, and i called, but the thing is, i might have dialed wrong...or hers was the number i dialed which was an entertainment center...well, im in 8th, and she looked like she was in 6th so I really dont care)

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*needs to carry

a cel phone, pager thingie

or better still

get a skateboard caddie

to help you score

while you skate.:D *

wow 8th grade,

man I remeber that,

actually i don't

being old and subject

to Altzheimers now:D

back then the earth

was still flat.

a cel phone

was what Captain Kirk and Spook

used, and we had cheap

metal attachable roller skates

that screwed onto your sneakers

or you made a soap box derby

or wooden skooter

to putt around on.

and since food additives

were not as kick ass,

girls looked like they were

in 6th grade,

not like Brittny wananbe

slut girl children.

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