Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Poem

Stole this idea from We, The Robots:

Our love is like a weed,
It's really kinda cool.
Out in the grass for all to see;
makes the neighbors gag.

Our love is like a weed,
it will forever persevere.
It grows through droughts and floods and fall;
blooms thousand times each year.

Our love is like a weed,
it's spreading out it's seeds.
Coming soon our kids will bloom.
Our yard, I hope they do not ruin.

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