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A Variety in Prose

Ron Kinard (c) 2-2009

oh my gosh, this ain't right
will I have a chance to post
this isn't a competition
to see who writes the most

I lost the little poem I wrote
I didn't have a chance to click-it
call the police, call out S. W. A. T.
and give the guy a ticket

my poem completely dissappeared
was it lost or taken
if I can't see what I wrote
I'll probably toss my bacon

I worked real hard to write the words
for only a minute of glory
now I've lost my train of thought
I'll never finish my story

call the detectives, the F. B. I.
I want my posting back
maybe they'll come to get the guy
or maybe arrest the hack

whatever the case, happens to be
I lost my moment of fame
my poem is lost, I'm going to cry
my life won't be the same

~Written and posted for a poetry site spammer...HEH!~


				*A Variety in Prose* *Call 9-1-1!*



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		Ron Kinard (c) 2-2009 oh my gosh, this ain't right will I have a chance to post this isn't a competition to see who writes the most I lost the little poem I wrote I didn't have a chance to click-it call the police, call out S. W. A. T. and give the guy a ticket my poem completely dissappeared was it lost or taken if I can't see what I wrote I'll probably toss my bacon I worked real hard to write the words for only a minute of glory now I've lost my train of thought I'll never finish my story call the detectives, the F. B. I. I want my posting back maybe they'll come to get the guy or maybe arrest the hack whatever the case, happens to be I lost my moment of fame my poem is lost, I'm going to cry my life won't be the same



		*~Written and posted for a poetry site spammer...HEH!~*