19 January 2007

I Have Nothing to Say

But I really feel like blogging, ya know? So join me, won't you, as I embark on an exploratory journey into banality.

My toes are cold,
My nose cries out,
In delieverance
I have no doubt

Because the sun spins 'round the earth
(Copericus was wrong),
The summer will spin back around
And I can sing my song:

Happy summer,
Thank freaking God.
I hate winter so goddamn much,
It makes me rhyme really bad.


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