Peaches?
Peaches come, from a can.
They were put there by a man,
In a factory down town.
If I had my little way,
I'd eat peaches every day.
Sun soakin' bulges, in the shade.
Personally, I can eat a peach for hours.
So, are we any nearer to sorting out what kit our new friend needs/want's?
why you too make poems up?To market, to market, with my brother Jim
Now somebody threw some peaches at him!
Peaches there soft and don't break the skin!
well these buggers did, they were still in the tin!
Your both too young then...why you too make poems up?
okYour both too young then...
MY first ever experience in a Mosh Pit...
http://www.emp3world.com/to_download.php?id=59227
Moving to the Country....
...squished your ripen peach in my fist
and dreamed about you, woman.
Poked my finger down in side...make a little room for a man to hide...
Actually, I am known for making up poems...in my spare time. My real name is Edgar Alan Poe (hence why I go by my nickname) you may have heard of me.