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Rachel Oct 2013
His rooms is horribly boreing,
Pyscho if you ask me,
But what if we shifted points,
Id take the highest ground,
If only I could girls.
He has a boy,
One of those tall,
Tattooed voodoo doll
of a man, I wish,
Oh I wish there comes a day,
What a day it would be.
What happens now,
I probably do something about it.
Id probably sing the blues,
All over again until
The hang over you gave me goes away.
Hover, stick around to know that I am not
your sweet cakes, im not no honey bun twinky
love sunshine palm tree,
******* if you wanted to know
what I knew.  His hund drew the window down,
The car smelt like a boat,
Could of been,
My name is mary tonite,
Hes henry, the worst possible name,
It had to be henry,
Henry jesus, henry,
Big foot henry.  
Kept a steady speed all nite,
He didnt try anything funny,
But he could of made a move.
The results,
Call the winner for her turkey shoot price.
He started getting drunk,
Wow really,
The only thing stopping me from leaping
Out drunk from my body,
Was the fact that he had a beard,
Bearded turkeys,
We arrived at the gas station,
Someone had a confession to make.
I dont feel like a girl anymore.
Its ok your an independent woman.
You decide we needed a bag of ****.
The oldest friend I have agreed,
We needed ****,
Im serious,
Swirly ice cream cones at dq,
I have some on my nose, you wife it off
With a sand paper napkin, it feels like
Im addicted to boys like you,
Military, im in love with one,
This time,
Im considering what I need to do.
My friend from band is having a crisis,
Frank died with the gunmen,
Low mobility god brought,
*******, do something more creative,
Cheap, your the cheapest ******* I know.

End of part 1
Julie Loveless Jan 2012
The city is a wonderful place,
its only the poeple in them that make them bad,
or to some scary,
but if you live there,
you realize its just one big story,
that never ends,
never boreing,
always exciting,
i walk the streets at night,
taking in everyone,
and everything,
i see homeless on the street,
on benches,
in doorways,
trying to sleep and stay safe,
couples walking just enjoying being together,
the city is a beautiful place,
the lights and the buildings,
i could just stare at them for hours,
everytime you walk by someplace,
you find something new and different about it,
thats whats so great about the city,
theres always something to look at,
and stuff to do..

The city is a great place,
only the people make them bad.
2011

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