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She is the road.
Posted: August 1st, 2006, 3:17 pm
by YABYUM
I feel her underneath my walking and I feel her in my talking. Mostly moist thoughts of her when I am engaged in converse with clowns. Beer should recognize me at every point. For a beer is not she, but in stead, is her. Stead fast we cheat on she, and she knows I love her. Ah but she has me, she knows this and so her ideas lead me straight home to she. When I’m with her I want only she, when I’m riding she, she’s only feeling like I need a lot of her. This hurts. She and her are hand in hand, laughing with me every step on every path all a long way.
Re: She is the road.
Posted: August 1st, 2006, 3:28 pm
by Axanderdeath
YABYUM wrote:I feel her underneath my walking and I feel her in my talking. Mostly moist thoughts of her when I am engaged in converse with clowns. Beer should recognize me at every point. For a beer is not she, but in stead, is her. Stead fast we cheat on she, and she knows I love her. Ah but she has me, she knows this and so her ideas lead me straight home to she. When I’m with her I want only she, when I’m riding she, she’s only feeling like I need a lot of her. This hurts. She and her are hand in hand, laughing with me every step on every path all a long way.
touching...
Posted: August 1st, 2006, 4:21 pm
by mousey1
"she is the road"
she is indeed
sometimes rutted
sometimes weaved
but let her lead me
to places I've never seen
and home
always home again
Posted: August 2nd, 2006, 4:27 am
by mnaz
and I love that configuration of her. and she had it coming.
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Posted: August 2nd, 2006, 4:30 am
by YABYUM
you act.
write.
she is.
her ha.