Jul 2013
The perfect poem went through my mind
every word seemed sublime
It had perfect rhyme
It had the perfect amount of lines
Unfortunantly I did not have pen or paper
Now it forever eludes me
every word seemed sublime
It had perfect rhyme
It had the perfect amount of lines
Unfortunantly I did not have pen or paper
Now it forever eludes me
(Minnesota ( A Small Pop?))
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