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eric-clark
eric-clark
American Hi my name is Eric Clark and I love writing poetry. I only been doing it for a couple years and its been turning into a passion. I have had 3 poems published in the past and one of my dreams is to have my own poetry book published. Contact me at: [email protected]
Guida & Me drove up to the ***** D In my whip there was co-pilot Bryx and Captain Sleezy E We rolled up to my yerp bro Brad D's Next were greeted by Dino whos drinking a 40 Labatt Blue bonging and ponging like were competing for beer drinking glory Then its onto asweome fries, saganaki, and telling funny stories That night was crazy and a definite blast Woke up the next day to see Dino's Dad's spot and gasp! Walk into the kitchen to see Grandma Rontondo cooking homemade marinara Smelling fresher than the lobby inside of a Panera Next it's downstaris to the "Thunderdome," mindblow is all I can tell ya! The food was amazing with Uncle D on the grill Sammy the Bull said "Plastic Cups!" so that was the deal Party was wild, popping bottles in other words unreal Zoo was great, conductor swag was for real Tigers beat the Twins, and that night it was freestyling, speeches, and Labatts on chill Like the words of Willie Nelson the ***** D stays on my mind I'll never forget that trip like my brain is a VCR and has the element of rewind!
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Sep 19, 2011
Sep 19, 2011 at 7:00 PM UTC
My First Trip To The ***** D
Hooping to me is bringing everything to the court Basketball is a passion, not an ordinary sport I play defense like a soldier, defending his fort You have to go hard no matter what, if you shooting a lay up or a three When I'm on the hardwood, I lose my mind and go free I imagine myself not Eric, but the man who wore the Bull's 23 I won't be in the NBA, but I'll be the backyard Kobe Bryant or The City Park MVP
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Sep 18, 2011
Sep 18, 2011 at 10:13 PM UTC
The Passion Of Hooping
As I walk on the downtown street I stop to hear this stranger play He strums the guitar And his lyrics blow me away You can hear his pain in every word I’m hearing his life story standing on this curb He’s a homeless man just trying to survive through music I can’t believe I’m hearing such a masterpiece of acoustics I sit there and listen to the entire song I hand him a few dollars and walk on I’ll never forget hearing such a wonderful song
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Sep 18, 2011
Sep 18, 2011 at 5:18 PM UTC
Stop To Listen