Thursday, November 6, 2008
I hate clowns o my,
why do they exist,
they scared me last night.
I cried
I think my mom does too.
She beat that clown that scared her.
I laughed.
I'm pretty sure my dad does too.
My dad got yelled at by security.
I laughed harder.
My dog hates that clown.
I showed it a picture of a clown, and now its gone.
I hate clowns...
why do they exist,
they scared me last night.
I cried
I think my mom does too.
She beat that clown that scared her.
I laughed.
I'm pretty sure my dad does too.
My dad got yelled at by security.
I laughed harder.
My dog hates that clown.
I showed it a picture of a clown, and now its gone.
I hate clowns...
Bacon love
by Shane Dutka
Bacon, how I love it.
Pigs hate it,
I don't know why?
Bacon goes with everything...
apples, burgers, cheese, Deviled eggs, eggs, fruit, garlic, hot dogs, ice cream, jelly, ketchup, lemons, macaroni and cheese, nuts, olives, pineapples, quesadillas, relish, sauce, turkey, Ukrainian Rolls, venison, watermelons, xanthan gum, yams, and of course ziti.
From A to Z bacon goes with everything.
Why do pigs hate it?
Do you know why?
Bacon, how I love it.
Pigs hate it,
I don't know why?
Bacon goes with everything...
apples, burgers, cheese, Deviled eggs, eggs, fruit, garlic, hot dogs, ice cream, jelly, ketchup, lemons, macaroni and cheese, nuts, olives, pineapples, quesadillas, relish, sauce, turkey, Ukrainian Rolls, venison, watermelons, xanthan gum, yams, and of course ziti.
From A to Z bacon goes with everything.
Why do pigs hate it?
Do you know why?
FInal Battle
End was near.
He could feel it.
The dust has settled.
He is unyielding and geared for destruction.
That glare, it could cripple the weak.
The dust has settled.
He was gallant and geared for justice.
That look, it will be remembered for generations.
The end has come.
He could feel it.
The dust has settled.
He is unyielding and geared for destruction.
That glare, it could cripple the weak.
The dust has settled.
He was gallant and geared for justice.
That look, it will be remembered for generations.
The end has come.
Seasonal
By Shane Dutka
Autumn, how I wish you were perpetual
Some try to capture your beauty in Art.
But your leaves grow weak,
and a strong tempest could banish all the color from its being.
If so, every fabric of my being would be stricken with grief.
Autumn, how I wish you were perpetual.
Autumn, how I wish you were perpetual
Some try to capture your beauty in Art.
But your leaves grow weak,
and a strong tempest could banish all the color from its being.
If so, every fabric of my being would be stricken with grief.
Autumn, how I wish you were perpetual.
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