I had fun writing this, so I hope you'll have fun reading;)
And looked at names and numberings
And realised a lot of them
Had the same old common thing
Most of the had been with him
On a night so long and wild
And he thought it was a good thing
That neither one had brought a child
He scrolled down that mile long phonebook
And smiled at every name
Because he knew he'd created memories
And never ever left in shame
Every nun he had converted
All those virgin oils gone sour
Time and money spent on swinging
And he never missed an hour
But as he scrolled on down the phonebook
And walked a mile of remembrance
he suddenly remebered
The last name he'd read was Lance
Poetry by Cr4Ky
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Written on 2010-01-12 at 01:02
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Down his phonebook
He scrolled on down his phonebookAnd looked at names and numberings
And realised a lot of them
Had the same old common thing
Most of the had been with him
On a night so long and wild
And he thought it was a good thing
That neither one had brought a child
He scrolled down that mile long phonebook
And smiled at every name
Because he knew he'd created memories
And never ever left in shame
Every nun he had converted
All those virgin oils gone sour
Time and money spent on swinging
And he never missed an hour
But as he scrolled on down the phonebook
And walked a mile of remembrance
he suddenly remebered
The last name he'd read was Lance
Poetry by Cr4Ky
Read 801 times
Written on 2010-01-12 at 01:02
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