Poems from THE CROW

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HELLO. I think that poetry should rhyme. If it doesn't rhyme, it's just talk. Poetry should be a celebration not a conversation. - The Crow
I was walking in the woods one day In the merry month of May   (couldn't resist) I was smoking a fatty Hey, what can I say   I stopped by...
Woke up this morning sweating Laying in a wet spot The heat must be on high Cause this house is freakin hot   I look out the window The sky...
The time has come To put the nonsense aside I've waited all day Now it's time to get high   So, I lock the door And I load the bong Turn on...
Laying in the bed  With my girl last night  Trying to get some booty But she's putting up a fight   She said "Leave me alone, and let me...
At first I didn't see you  When I walked into the place But then I heard you laugh And saw your ugly face   You didn't recognize me Forgot...

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