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Wednesday, September 26, 2007

Bongos

Once I bongoed
It all became clear,
But then there are those
Who haven't bongoed, and worse,
Sad and forlorn,
Those that never would.
Posted by Jim Murphy at 7:30 AM

1 comment:

Christine said...

I love this poem...very sweet.

September 26, 2007 at 8:19 AM

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