This poem is dedicated to my sister, Kristina Lang.
It mixes in with
what you eat,
and slides to the pit of your stomach.
The acid churns and churns,
Little pockets of air form.
Then, suddenly, it cries out
screaming ;
REVOLT! (BURP) REVOLT! (BURP)
It then travels to its next victim in the car!
(GRIN)
Written November 6th, 2003 7:55am
Central time All rights reserved
Re-Release! No longer back-listed. Return to the Olde Ways. The hustle and bustle of modern day life has brought many of us to a quick fix attitude.This book is for those of you who are fed up; have looked at your life and your loved ones and realize
Taylor