Armand Poetry

Welcome to Armand Poetry. The poems (and other words) here are composed for my own thought and amusement. Comment and discussion are welcome. -Amore, Armand-

Monday, July 25, 2005


0928, what are you doing now?
Everyone says you're rolling
People on the sidewalk spin

True blue drips from your fingers
running down the street away
suck it up 928, time for you to spin

Drink a forte for here alone
kiss it goodbye 28, she won't
be leaving room in north county

listen 8, you were the one
flailing on the octopus ride
trip to, heave ho, let it spin


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