Poem-freaks.
Poem-freaks
As my fingers fly above,
my keyboard to surf to the page I love.
I got the message on my screen,
unable to display what you need.
I panicked, cried and start to scream
poem-freaks were not there to write and read.
Thought the comfort disappeared,
to expose anonymously what I feared.
Thank the lord you are on-line,
feel now relaxed, feel now fine.
Promise me that this will be,
as long as freaks browse the net
. . . .to be with thee.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Dylirium: | Vrijdag, januari 13, 2006 14:48 |
| Well freaks this was a poem, on the little problem the page experienced, and it provided me some insperation. Love to be here |
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