Stories, poems, and rantings of a guy approaching old age.
Friday, August 10, 2007
Let's form a ring To dance and sing At the shrine of Baboo Gagoo. We'll give our lives With guns and knives For the shrine of Baboo Gagoo, And in the end Who will mend The souls of Baboo Gagoo? May its metal rust, Its stone to dust, The curse of Baboo Gagoo.