This a poem written by a friend of mine on the Clayboard. We have not been in prison and do not have a warden....this has to do with : CONCERTS, CLAY AIKEN...and CELL PHONES...so this is just for me, (oh, and mom).
WRITER ROSS AND PAL ARE BACK ON THE BLOCK
IT'S TIME TO PARTY, GATHER THE FLOCK.
C'MON ALL YOU CELLMATES GATHER ROUND,
WHERE'S CLAYPERFECT, OH SHE'S STILL UNDERGROUND.
GET OUT OF THAT TUNNEL, IT'S TIME TO PLAY
WITH YOUR CELLMATES THAT HAVE RETURNED FROM AWAY,
WR I DON'T THINK I'VE HAD THE PLEASURE,
I CAN TELL FROM THE WELCOMES YOU MUST BE A TREASURE.
WALLA, CMP, PACK, HG,TSU AND AA2
WERE WOULD WE BE WITHOUT ALL OF YOU,
SPARTUS, TLC, CAC, KAB GA, AND PUNK
THE JOY OF THIS PLACE MAKES ME FEEL DRUNK.
WITH SPIRITS SOARING WITH JOY IN THE CELL,
WE ARE IN FOR A SPECIAL TIME, THIS I CAN TELL.
PLFC, AA, RENNE, YOAMO, EMOTING,CLAYSYCRAZY AND CP
WITHOUT ALL OF YOU THE PLACE WOULD SEEM EMPTY.
TO ANY CELLMATES NOT MENTIONED BY NAME,
MY BRAIN IS NUMBING SO I AM TO BLAME,
DON'T FEEL LEFT OUT AS I LOVE EACH OF YOU,
BEING HERE MAKES ME HAPPIER IN ALL THAT I DO.
LOVE
LLBUN
LET'S PARTY.
Welcome.....
To my world of the weird, the strange, the unexplained.........
no, I'm just kidding, this is a happy place......OK, maybe I am just a little weird.
Wednesday, November 10, 2004
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