The hours edge
Work is a pain, life is a drain. Will I ever be the same?
As life goes on, there is a dawn .Some where life in the galaxy is not a place for me!
My earthlings are cruel though I am what I am, where does life end?
Stop! Something appears the earth is moving, I am at the waters edge I fall helplessly, pleading for help.Someone grabs me who can it be, "it's, it's, it's...! "It's Stuper Duck, saving my life from the waters edge, though it is impossible a duck so small can save my life, he did!
The End
P.S. I am fierce, but always remember "I am a Knight of Valor...!"
posted by Jeff @ 6:22 PM
4 Comments:
Ha ha! that's great. Welcome to the blog world my friend. Branden has just gotten himself one of these too. I'm a faithful commenter, so keep it up!
hey jeff, i like your template. the poem is really great. all you artistic and poem-writing people should be eternally grateful that you are at least equipped with the faculty of writing!
Thanks everyone for the comments.
I will post later.
I have to go to work now!
Curse the excruciating tormant of work...!
Knightsvalor
Hey yo!!! sounds like work is a lot of.. um.. work.
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