Monday, May 3, 2010

i don't have to care about this poem

short, stooped child
in the wet sand
under a dozen hot suns
shouts SO SPICY

and knocks down people's sand castles
while the ocean waves roar with laughter

Posted by kaleb (worst) at Monday, May 03, 2010

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