Tuesday, December 05, 2006

There's something about 4am that makes it perfect for writing songs and poetry. I don't know what it is but being fully awake doens't work. Anyway, here is an example from last night.


My girl is called Wanda.
We ride on her Honda.
We go over yonder
to wander and ponder.

There's not much beyond her,
and no one to bond her,
that's why I grow fonder
of fondelling Wanda.

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