Friday, April 29, 2011

NaPoWriMo, Day Twenty Nine, Poem 16.5

Towards the end of the 30 poem flight,
my limericks have dropped out of sight.
You say, Chad, worry much?
Are you in any rush?
And I'll just say, you're fucking A right
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