14 December 2004
i met the poet...
my sweet poet...
mysterious lil bloated...
lil sweet melted...
i met him nite....
which was quite rite...
n in the lite...
he made me bright...
it was unknown...
it was insane...
with place unknown...
with heads so sane...
wish i could potray...
things i wanted to say...
but all he could say...
is that he is not gay...
not to get...
not to fret...
i'm not finished yet...
my lil sweet bloated poet
c h e e r s !
10.50am
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