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Wednesday, February 14, 2007


Fit for a king

King, yeah, or so we think.
The basic though I've had of late is that my spontanious humor is draining. I can no longer write witty yet weird funny poems. I have trouble with even comedic shorts.

Maybe I used too much too soon. I don't really know.

Or, maybe my insperational source is so small. I just wish I could find the reason.


Milk
Sweet milk
Oh how I love you

The way you slip
The way you pour
You are always number 1

But alas you are not forever

Heat makes you bunch
Cold makes you tasteless
Time makes you cheese

Yet I cannot forget
The taste of your darker kalf

Sweet, yet bitter
Mixed yet not
The chocolate fills you

Join with cream and mix in cold
Add the essance of vanilla
And the sweet of strawberries
Oh how good you become

Cream, oh cream of ice
Where have you been?
I miss you so

Milk
Sweet milk
Please come back to me.


NNM
I miss real milk

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