Some people are like slinkies, They don’t really have a purpose, But they still bring a smile to your face when you push them down the stairs…
:p
Half-baked opinions, served lukewarm.
Some people are like slinkies,
They don’t really have a purpose,
But they still bring a smile to your face
when you push them down the stairs…
:p
Some people are like slinkies, They don’t really have a purpose, But they still bring a smile to your face when you push them down the stairs…
:p
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Sobering…
It is sobering; My purpose in life may be: show what NOT to do.
(Hah! Haiku, even! Beat that!)
—
Matthew P. Barnson
A similar poem
I love the name “Edna St. Vincent Millay.” Say it out loud; it sounds like A basketball dropped down the steps.
I love the name “Walt Whitman.” Say it out loud; it sounds like Edna St. Vincent Millay dropped down the steps.