COLD and clammy drunken hobbits, <br />with flower sprites that trickle <br />from the clouds above, they pull <br />out their majic wand, and shot it <br />like a empty gun. <br />I cry out, i dont want to be alone, <br />i cry out, im frightend and need some <br />love, i cry out, and laugh at all <br />these small words, still these drunken <br />hobbits have some thing to say.<br /><br />DAVID GERARDINO<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/drunken-habbits/
