The Blues
The little sparrows play in the muddy puddle,
My stupid hair is in a bloody muddle,
The pages take too long to load,
Leaving me tired and bored,
For I find more joy than getting into bed with three,
In the art of penning shitty poetry.
Saturday, September 27, 2008
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3 comments :
thee do go to bed with three...
say isn't it cramped ol' rooms of trichy?
Sorry if it sounds leetle bitchy :)
I'm just envious n reminiscy
What up? Long time no see!! Placed no?
why feeeling??.. cudn catch u at festember ... u had more imp ppl over i heard :)
@shilpi
Of I don't get to bed with three,
we live in single rooms you see,
Yes I am happy and placed,
Most of the time tripping and spaced (lol).
Waiting for the CAT massacre!
How's canada? Met any lumberjacks? :P
@muddddaage
sorry pa, couldn't meet. Yes had very important matters to attend to, i bet you know what it feels like! :D
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