Honestly...
go f-- yourself...after
Joe
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Posted: Jun 2014
About this poem:
sums it for me.
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He sits by the computer all alone
by the phone...
any maybe she'll be here one day
and he never knows when she'll come by again...if at all
though he loved her...by-the-by...
she never came in
He types...
"woman where you've been?"
He did and died for her...so along ago
His txts...
"can you..hold my hand...?"
And so he cries...
until the sun comes up tomorrow...
His last were...
"I could have loved you the best that, that best that I can..."
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Posted: Jun 2014
About this poem:
a take on the song...
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Joey likes his poetry
he named his cat Orion
'cause he likes the name
Orion sells balloons all day now
on the portside by the motorway
But they were both born on a
Summer's day
when the New York Times said
"God is dead..."
And we all will sing~
He'll always be named Joe...
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Posted: Jun 2014
About this poem:
just came to me
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