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My favorite poem from when I was five
Mar. 1st, 2004 12:48 pmDer spring iz sprung
Der grass iz riz
I wonder where der boidies iz?
Der little boids iz on der wing?
Dat's absoid!
I thought der wings were on da boid.
It's fucking springy out, IoL has been going well and despite quiet audiences has been getting good reviews, and I'm marvellously pleased that things have worked out for my Vinaigrette. For real, this is a good week. Granted, it's only Monday and there's a paper in the middle, but there's also hookahs and bass practice on the Quad and more show and chuffed friends and at the end spring break!
It's a ska day. Pick it up!
Der grass iz riz
I wonder where der boidies iz?
Der little boids iz on der wing?
Dat's absoid!
I thought der wings were on da boid.
It's fucking springy out, IoL has been going well and despite quiet audiences has been getting good reviews, and I'm marvellously pleased that things have worked out for my Vinaigrette. For real, this is a good week. Granted, it's only Monday and there's a paper in the middle, but there's also hookahs and bass practice on the Quad and more show and chuffed friends and at the end spring break!
It's a ska day. Pick it up!
