Blistered Sister

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By Sparkles •

Sprawled out on the floor, There is a knock at the door. I get up to see, Who it might be. I get to the door and turn the knob. On the other side is a great big mob. They ask for my sister, I say she's at the doctor, Because of an infected blister.

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March 14, 2009 05:11Tyler Cedric Golden

hmmm very interesting but i am not quite sure i understand the end of it...hmmmm maybe i do i am not sure...but yes good nonetheless...comment me sometime to let me know what this overall means and what you think about some of my poems if you would like! Tyler