Friday, March 23, 2012

Cassandra

When first understanding doom’s script,
Your mind’s turned around like you’ve tripped;
Next, your predictions
Are greeted as fictions,
And people just think that you’ve flipped.
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2 comments:

  1. pamelaMarch 24, 2012 at 3:14 PM

    Ben, your poetry rocks!
    it slips on like fine woolen socks.
    I bask in the glow,
    from my head to my toe,
    of the secrets your rhyming unlocks!

    sorry Ben best I could come up with.
    you tha man Ben. :D

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  2. BenjaminTheDonkeyMarch 25, 2012 at 11:29 AM

    Aw, thanks pam! :) But comon, your last line there is pretty darn good!

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