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By RebeccaBeth_88 Date: 2010 Jan 09 Comment on this Work [[2010.01.09.16.50.22489]] |
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I see the trees, Frost on the grass and the lack of bumblebees. The cold in my hair, I don't care, If it's sensible, Or rhymes with any kind of starlit sparkle. He's texting on the phone and misses the bus, She's got a ring on her finger but nobody she can trust, Someone please pick the baby up cause she's crying, No--there's no smoking inside. Sometimes chaos is the answer to ordinary things, Sometimes laughter is medicine that bubbles and stings, Sometimes rhyming is lame? Lame...? Yep. I don't know what to think or do, All I know is that I have to get over you, And this stupid dating scene. Who needs it? I rather play Candyland in my pajamas. I think I will. |