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    Horton Hatches The Egg

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Burning my tounge
From soup
My friend
In a can
Has betrayed me
So I ate him.
And he burnt me some more
And all I can taste now
Is the lasting burn
my friend left behind.
Unable to taste
What was there.

Based on a true story!

Well, spet the eating him part, that is if your taking the poem litterly...

First time posting poetry here, and I sortof came up with this spur of the moment.

Yes, I have really burnt my tounge from soup recently.
Yes, A friend has 'burnt' me recently.
Yes, That friend is no longer there.

That's all I need to say. For now...

Cause I'm angry... but not really. Cause I don't exactly seem to get 'Angry' anymore...

EDIT: This is based off of current events that happened to me today.

Edited by Neuralinput, 18 January 2005 - 07:29 PM.

I am the freakiest freak
Which makes me king
And If I am King
i get to choose my Queen
And that will be you, my love
And we will take the moon
So that we can have CHEESE!

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