A journey in the life of a 4'11" short poetic giant. My emotions, My life, My words.
"I write for the same reason I breathe-because if I didn't, I would die. -Isaac Asimov
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Write or Die
They call him wimp cause he writes
They call him pimp cause he fights
Bury the pimp on Saturday But that wimp's going home tonight
2 comments:
Good blog.
Portugal
exactly.
short sweet and to the point.
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