Thursday, July 1, 2010

First poem of the month:

The hour is getting late.
I have too much hate.
I need a sharp knife.
It's time to say good night.
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  1. LawrenceJuly 3, 2010 at 2:08 AM

    Don't sleep with a knife. You could cut something vital and never know it.

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