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[aid] => mick
[title] => LaTwonda down a well
[time] => 2009-10-05 12:33:56
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[bodytext] => Now gather round people, a story I'll tell Of little LaTwonda a-trapped down a well. Just how she got there, no man can say. But some folks whisper she's there to this day. You see, no one, to rescue her, tried For a blonde lil' white girl was trapped on the west side. Yes, jennie got 6 news crews, and volunteers galore. LaTwonda got a sandwich, a shovel, and one guy named seymour. But darkness had fallen, and seymour knew not where to aim So he peered into the well, and called out her name. "Grin, little LaTwonda, grin!" "Cause I can't see you. Down there it's as dark as sin!" But LaTwonda didn't feel like a grin, in fact she started to cry. So seymour shrugged, and he heaved a great sigh. He hoped for the best, and that sandwich he let fly. Now some say we're a post racist nation. But I say instead Tell it to the ghost of LaTwonda, with a sandwich on her head. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 240 [topic] => 56 [informant] => smith2267 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => sarcasticpoetry )
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