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a few select poems from me, a part-time wordsmith


Short Shorts

donna donna hot like a sauna
in your car you drive like a jet
in the backseat, is your pet
"mom, buy me this and that" does she holler
"julie we can't, i'm down to my last dollar"

"julie, those shorts are to short" sigh you with a frown
"but mom... but mom... i'm almost full grown!"
"uh i think not..." says you as you point to her room
change into something better, before I fetch my witch broom

in the voicechat on Yahoo do you go
"Starr!  talk to me" I hear you through snow
"here's a URL", go there and be happy
I don't know what it is, maybe some eye candy

and so you are tired and call it a day
tomarrow you wake up and go back to state
more ASP scripts to write and software to run
"if only I makde 60K doing this, it would be more fun!"





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