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Wednesday, October 25, 2006


I Sure Had A Lot of Meaningless Posts
Hope you guys enjoy this poem. Anyway. Party! It is officially second quarter and guess what high school friends...only two more quarters to go before we are all back together. Oh God Yay!
Custard Heaven
In outer space its hard to get,
Custard for your cheese bauggetted.
Which makes unhappy space cadets,
Who drive into the sun.

Ah..outer space,it warps your mind
The socks you'll losse, the socks you'll find.
The space cadets are flying blind,
Straight into the sun.

But space is full of custard trees!
And small blue frogs and strange disease,
And even suicidal cheese,
Which flings itself into the sun.

So space cadets do not loose hope.
They make a comm from carved up soap,
And find the place where they can cope.
The custard heaven Starbase One.

meeko~ :)

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