Oh gee, oh my, oh shit,
Tunder in the distance,
When I get skeer’d,
I have to do the pee-pee dance…
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Lightening is even worse,
At it when it surprises me, I curse,
Then the wind is awful skeerie,
Pardon me for bein’ terse,
But the storm does approach,
To watch it I am bringing a roach…J
but the sound is lips hitt'n that roach to not burn
the lips...don't burn the lips ;0
...roach clips & storms
Vickie
Was so stoned he thought he was dead.
He sat there blinking,
Without any thinking,
Until the smoke cleared from his head.
I posted this as a response to Jerry's "poem" about you the other day. I thought it could also apply here. ☺ Love and peace,
Regis
EWE GOT ROACHES? UGH!
Rose
Anna
I know the roaches calms your skeerd feelins
Budd
Love storms
Love ya!
Jane