Sunday, February 6, 2011

Poem

You can a pitch tent in my yard,
You can take up residence in my living room,
You can take up half my bed, take the blanket,
You can use my car to go to work,
There's a full tank. You can eat my food,
Sleep with my wife, corrupt my children.
But if you ever ever ever try to live large
In my mind I'll just stop thinking altogether.

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