Banished roadways of dual priorities Dancing the mile it took to envision Gloss red spiked shoes alive kicking Stones fashioning themselves solo Give me a bottle of fine coffee liqueur No drinking and driving never friend Cast a fishing line but don't reel it in Know the man watches from the pier Salt in your eyes glazes them in tears Crocodile's breath enough to succumb Bless the darkness as it plays in time Give the music man an ear for a minute he'll shine your shoes change an image Ghost of past has not finished reaping Grab the doily hush not a single word Wrap the phone cord around your finger Say I'm not that crazy three times fast No not three times fast, I'm not that crazy You can't possibly multiply fast and crazy but anyone at all can become crazy fast
PatsyCline~ I liked this. Or I think I liked it. If I did like it, then I liked it a lot. C R A Z Y ... I'm C R A Z Y ... over Y O U ! And someone just told me that I liked this poem too. Whew ! I thought I did. But if I did ... why didn't I know I did ?
Is it contagious ? ~*Maniacal Marge*~ (I think) Oh .. I THINK .. therefore I AM !
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