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Tarryn Nov 2011
if she drops that cookie,
i get dibs on the crumb,
she's not that silly,
certainly not that dumb,
come come cahrumb, come come cahrumb,
shh, no more droning,
lets just wait n see,
i can't take it, it's too much,
like honey to bee,
drop it for me, drop it for me,
come come cahrumb, come come cahrumb,
drop it for me, drop it for me,
ha, its her last bite,
to your precious crumb say goodnight,
but wait, a little spec has taken flight,
and with all my might!! -
- gulp, gasp, horror, despair,
he was just too big...
if only i had hair!!! i would pull it out...!!
Rover, you are most certainly a horrid grout.
Tarryn Nov 2011
i said "ol' man river,
why dont' you take me for a turn",
he said "kid, you ain't got it in ya",

"i got a whole lotta heart,
and a hell of a fist,
i'll take ya down like a winner",

"c'mon then" and he unbuckled his belt,
"i ain't got no tolerance for fools",


i underestimated his kick,
over thought my bite,
only when my head hit the tar,
did i know i'd been schooled.
Tarryn Nov 2011
she's got the rainy day laze,
as the sky pours its heart out,
and the sun shies away.
the winds whisper turns to howls,
like the eery mourning of a widow made too young.
dream on, dream on, she breathes...
for the wind will change its whistle,
and the sun will be there tomorrow.
breathe again a little lighter, she echoes,
for the sun will wrap you warm and dry,
and the skies tears,
will be but a shadow,
that can't touch your light.

— The End —