as a young boy i was told
never to look into the sun
and never to talk to strangers
well, guess what
today i bought some sunglasses
and i'm gonna stare at the sun all i want
and i talk to strangers all i want
you don't own me, dad
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
memories of youth: a poem
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Fuck you dad!
*Speeds off on fixxed gear bike blairing radio head*
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