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Honestly, I had no right to wright something like this, for, I really am no authority on the dealings of "The Inner City" and have done no research on the subject, not even enough to say that such a thing exists, although I'm pretty darn sure it does. Despite all that, I still believe that this...
What can I say, it's life.
Poetry | Updated Jan 7, 2013 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
i bet vegetables are sad because they taste nasty.
To beat the blues during foodfall season, Juggernaut thru intense yoga turned into team neutral, since then he cheers every touchdown in a game irrespective of the team.
Here are some Haikus I wrote. There are 5: Onions, Michael Jackson, Tic Tok, Hippos and Love. Enjoy :)
Poetry | Updated Jun 20, 2011 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A story on Onion Raju, a vegetable vendor in daily market.
â€œLongtime nah see you,â€ said Daddy.
â€œYeah man almost 35 years,â€ Juggernaut shook Daddyâ€™s shoulders as if he was shaking Indian Goose Berry tree to drop the fruits to the ground.
Daddy appeared happy to Juggernautâ€™s gesture.