Very Bad Archive
Under The Horse Apple Tree
Robert Hawkins
Then you preclude.
You haven't a clue.
Under the horse apple tree.
Squirrles run hither to yon.
Slumber umder the horse apple tree.
Ironwood, Bois-de-arc.
Boud-Ark as we say.
Green round apples.
My horse apple tree.
Tornados most profound.
The Ironwood tree?
Horse apple tree.
Rip sumder all that surrounds.
Neclear, black-holes.
Cosmic end?
Find my horse apple tree.
Fat happy content.
Alive my horse apple.
Ironwood.
Life come and go.
Tenicious she is.
What a bitch.
Spite the might.
Our world disentergrates.
Around "Benards Star".
Presumed life cycle resume.
Life.
My horse apple tree.
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Emily Reeve 2/9/11
note; And you thought it was just my good looks?
Shame on you.
,,, addmittly,, Bobby never was much at mathatmatics!
God-forbid spelling or grammer.
Fuck the son-of-a-bitch only cost a buck.
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Emily Reeve
But beware least you get the gist.
I am grateful,,, creeps like you?
Totally unaware.
,,,, Bobby? Mathatmathics?
Mathematics?
And you wonder why absoulty nobody likes your ass?
Damn hick.
Emily Reeve
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Robert Hawkins has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Robert's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Robert's latest works: