Friday, November 7, 2008
Run Spot Run
Run Spot Run
Run spot run
He hurries a little
His tongue moves in his mouth
Drooling;
Where's his home.
No collar,
How will he survive.
Energetic and playful
Color like a golden fleece,
If he only knew what the world is like.
Ignorance is bliss.
-Brandon Berger
"He hurries a little. His tongue moves in his mouth"
- Grace Butcher
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Nice poem...but I gotta admit I laughed out loud when I watched the video and heard you reading it! That junk is hilarious!
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