Brian Lowe
Revision as of 16:01, 13 January 2008 by 71.239.82.71 (talk)
Oh earth, the tour de fart
My compass points to your
Enjambment
Which was way fickle
Foster children playing on the ponch
The over-ripend spurn of the land
The rejection letter in the rain
The pooch is screwed and you are
The only one bent over
