BAD POETRY AT ITS FINEST
Read at your own risk. Bad & funny poetry done in only one draft. You've been warned!
Wednesday, January 9, 2013
Worst day of the year.
If I cry, I will die.
If I whine, I will sigh,
If I frolic, become an alcoholic,
Because football, is over.
Until August.
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