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Posted by Bluesy Socrateaser on Mon Mar 02, 2009 4:10 am
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<br />When I read
<br />your words
<br />I think of all
<br />the things
<br />that come
<br />in cans.
<br />They store easily,
<br />don't take up too
<br />much space,
<br />and are always fresh
<br />when I want to
<br />chew on them awhile.
<br />Sometimes they are happy
<br />words that taste sweet and
<br />sassy.
<br />Sometimes they are
<br />sad words that are moist
<br />and tear filled.
<br />I want those the most,
<br />because if I eat them up,
<br />they'll be gone,
<br />and then only the happy
<br />cans of words will be left.
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<br />I'll share
<br />the happy cans
<br />with you,
<br />and take all the
<br />sad cans you may fill.
<br />I'll only share
<br />those sometimes though,
<br />...if I too am feeling blue.
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