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i wanna
by Charlie Morgani wanna wear a thin pad,
use Dixie Plates-they'll hold food,
i wanna Ford Mustang [Shelby]-Black,
a bottle of Mr. Clean,
a Dyson vacuum,
an Atra razor,
things.
things, things, and more things.
a hotty, smart bride who likes
sex as much as i do and who can operate
a check book. a traffic control device.
a day with no bad memories. take a trip,
that when i return i'll continue to ask
where i been.
and this is just my small list.
06/23/2011 Posted on 06/23/2011
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| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 06/23/11 at 08:00 PM Not a bad list. Well-expressed, man. |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 06/28/11 at 12:54 PM How our wants do lead us into emptiness and the mirage of hopeless hope that we are going to find happiness in things, in external attachments. I am glad I never have trouble with this. :-) Well done, my friend. Thanks. |
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