Friday, January 12, 2007
Poetry Friday: Ode to Ty Webb
He was born to love you,
he was born to lick your face,
he was born to rub you,
but you were born to rub him first.
A flute with no holes
eternal question
what can it be?
The answer lies
in the donut without
Zen of golf
He does not judge
Smails tremendous slouch
unless it is by height
thank you very little
Mitch Comstein
roommate tragedy
could have gone pro
Night putting with 15 year old
daughter of dean
Has a pond
would be good for you
This isn't Russia
Is this Russia?
In touch
rather attractive Laci
For beautiful girl
with great body
Force in universe
Shortest distance model
straight line in opposite direction
stop thinking
Be the ball.
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