posted by Poetic_bum at 8:11 p.m.
Monday, April 10, 2006
About Me
- Name: Poetic_bum
- Location: Edmonton, Alberta, Canada
Why look here to find my answers, When all you have to do is be a little dancer, A dancer of words, a dancer or questions, Ask me your riddles, and speak your traps, And see that there is little that you can't wrap. Wrap around your finger, or even your toe, Words are ones way to distiquish and see to whom they are below. But be forwarned, what you see here may and may not be, For even phrazes and words, fool the likes of me. Come now I can't wait, Will you come right out and ask? Or will you use your Cleaverness as a bait? Oh how will you accomplish this task?
Previous Posts
- I really hate this.
- Motivation... Whats that?
- Comrades
- A great song... A great night... A great friend...
- My neighbour
- How they brought the good news from Ghent to Aix
- Love
- What?
- Well... Now what to do?
- So... What is the Point.
2 Comments:
To me it shows two lovers yes, by candellight I don't know. But they are serpeatated by something... Not sure if its a tangible thing or something else... But then they seperate. Dumb I know, and most likly no one else see's this... Who are you?
.... Erica, nikki (i hope i spelled that right), John, Eric, one of the old friends who used to call me a friend until I screwed up? Who?
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