POEWHIT, 12 april 2012
Life just like that.
Work all day sap.
Flat pay - plus tax.
Want that gold glitter.
Higher it is, and I'm better.
Run like a fool dog all day.
Won't ever catch the setting sun.
My shoes are worn out.
Carrot images-shout-knocked about.
Plus my mind in a cloud.
I just scream real real loud.
Flat pay - plus tax.
Multi-send these fax.
Again and again the blue max.
Blue-the new color of crack.
Want that crack carrot smile.
GOLD TOOTHPICK - [with a smile]
11/9/2006 from 8HOP.com
[site crashed] POEWHIT
JESUS SAVES
POEWHIT, 11 april 2012
[ NOTE - the 8HOP poetry site went down. Keep a copy of your works. Many poets lost alot on 8HOP ]
Life is a road to follow.
At times we must swallow.
Yet, the days flow buy.
Some we cry, others we sigh.
Breath air sing a song.
A little wine - not too long.
That name just rings a bell.
Poewhit is the name.
Not too many with that fame.
POE was heart-broken.
WHITMAN cried from the war.
Yet they opened many doors.
SUGABOO - Boooooooooooooooo
[a friend from 8HOP.com]
9/23/2006 POEWHIT
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