They said you can’t marry a comput… You’ll never be a pair But their all wrong, you won’t bel… All the memory that we share

Tomorrow I shall seize the day Tomorrow I’ll go on that run Tomorrow I’ll wake up right on ti… And get the yard work done Tomorrow I’ll finish that book

I once was a wolf I followed a pack I grew out my hair Till it covered my back I howled to the moon

Jane and I hatched yet another pl… A more simple machine that we coul… We built a sleigh our dog could to… We’d hook it up and away we’d go Higher around it the grass does gr…

A poem of heart break anger and st… Is a poem created from the dark th… Don’t write of things that only ma… In order to feel better you must w… I do not wish to read of misery an…

Solomon grumpy Born on a Monday Woke early on Tuesday Stayed up until Wednesday Drove angry on Thursday

Mean Jean The pie eating queen For miles wide She could be seen She’d eat the crusts

Martin J, Martin J Simply loved the month of May March and April were to grey And nothing compared To his month of May

Brooke got her name Because she likes to babble Teller got his name Because he likes To tattle Shaky got his name

I’ve sat here waiting On the corner of markway and dessm… Waiting for the perfect girl To come knocking at my door I often sit and wonder

My brother and I Once made a bet A stake of five dollars We had set We both agreed

He was deemed the greatest no arme… Before his first fight ever begun He may have lost every match But he’s the best, and only one