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Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Another Impressive Entry From Slate's Bad Poetry Contest Our Love is Like a Bowling Ball Our love is like a bowling ball Like a brand new Brunswick Red Zone, It rolls and rolls down the alley of desire And rolls and rolls and rolls. I will keep you out of the gutters, my love And put my fingers in your holes Every kiss a strike or at least a spare, Our future a perfect game. Our love is like a bowling ball, Our scores will rise and rise I shall never step beyond the foul line, And I will rent your shoes. |