This is a place where poetry flies free in the wind. It is able to roam without any gates or fences to trap it. The world is the poetry's domain and there is no telling where it will end up. It is your duty to allow that the poetry grows up nice and strong here at The Ghetto Blaster, so that it too one day can become one of these free-roaming poems somewhere on the horizon. God Bless, and goodnight America.
Friday, April 16, 2010
Dwarfism
Being a Dwarf is not so nice To beat people with axes, And hammers, Is the life of an angry dwarf.
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