Friday, February 11, 2011

Futuristic, maybe

No wait the milks all gone

3 in a quarter,

Seventy-five away from scoring

You're Hired... Maybe

There is a long tradition

Another type of mask mistakenly arrested

It is never a let down and I always anticipate the treat

You might catch a glance or two

Almost at a hundred,

Decisions decisions

She wants me but I’m still unsure

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