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Offering his homeless hand
standing tall the burlap man.
Skin of canvas, heart of gold
or so the farmer man was told.
But when the farmer took to sleeping
Burlap through the kitchen Creeping.
Armed with Butchers knife in hand
Burlap kills the farmer and,
now he owns a house, a door
and stands in farmers field no more.
- by Noah DeFehr |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 07/14/2009 |
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Comments (4 Comments)
- StereoFigure - 07/20/2009
- Creepy! I like it.
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- BanananFisch - 07/15/2009
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jk, thats my big bro
^^
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- BanananFisch - 07/15/2009
- that sucks, it sucks, you suck.....sucker!
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- Sapphire_Honuka_73 - 07/14/2009
- wow i LOVE poems that rhyme and it was really great!!! i liked it abunch so a 5/5 from me ^.^
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