Speaking of poetry...
...a rap song I am listening to just rhymed the phrase "chicken bone" with "every chick I bone."
Wow. Emily Dickinson, eat your heart out.
...a rap song I am listening to just rhymed the phrase "chicken bone" with "every chick I bone."
Wow. Emily Dickinson, eat your heart out.
at 11:42 AM
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orange rhymes with orange. ooh, i rhymed. ph34r me!!
*bursts out laughing* thanks for sharing that gem! i wonder (though probably don't want to know) what chicken bone has to do with anything?
Thank you for that heartwarming Holy Week meditation.
Ready for this? Here's the context, Julie. It's some profound stuff...
"lookin at me like they
chokin' on a chicken bone
Every chick I bone
Can't leave the **** alone."
Hah.
(from "Breathe" by Fabolous)
...haha, andrew, I got the email with your comment: " Thank you for that heartwarming Holy Week meditation." and was SURE that you had posted that in my "Holy Week Poem" post. But, alas...
;)
Isn't it sad that it's easier to comment on this than your beautiful poem?!
(And it is a beautiful, wonderful poem!)
I agree with Jon-
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