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The Scent of Softening

A poem a day keeps all your friends away...

Monday, March 31, 2008

3/30/08 Easy, Cowboy

He came blazing into the room
like a five alarm asshole,
saying something about
partying like it was 1999.

Someone said,
"easy, cowboy"
and someone else said,
"I think you normally wear pants under chaps."

party's over oops out of time
Posted by Ramona Redding at 11:39 AM

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