Thursday, April 16, 2009

From Brother Bob Poem

Your back is hurtin,
gettin stressed out,
flowers are bloomin,
it's better than gout.
Life's gettin complex,
lotso time tween sex,
babies got you on the move,
gotts to find the groove.
You're goin insane,
even lil waves are a pain,
it all sounds like a growin pain.

You're all good

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