♥♥Rock En' RoLL♥♥

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♥♥About Me♥♥

2008-02-19T05:27:00.000-08:00

A simple person likes always happy. fun of playing, jamming, editing blog.

My name is Mike Buzmion, you can call me Mike. I like to bond with my friends

drink, sing, and other.
I like many friends, friends that helping, caring, and always there when we
bond.

♥♥HTML♥♥

2008-02-18T06:34:00.000-08:00

HTML is a topic in one of our subject in school . HTML is a good and fun topic, at first it felt difficult. but when you can understand it its is fun of making websites. We can use HTML in our business, offices, or other work. It post your blogs, article, informations and others. HTML is the easiest way on how to edit a web page.

♥♥VALENTINES♥♥

2008-02-17T00:21:00.001-08:00

Be my Valentine, my love,
As I will be for you,
And we will love the whole day long,
And love our whole lives through.

For love has no parameters
And does not end with time,
But is the gift of paradise,
A pinch of the sublime.

So let us take this holiday
To resubmit our love
To those within that know no sin
And with the angels move.

Rock En' RoLL

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I wanna be a rock-and-roll poet,
Grab all the money movie stars make.
Come on, people now, please gimme some breaks.
Where is your sense of
Rhyme?

I gotta pull out, become a big hit,
Narcissistic, hedonistic, futuristic man…
Activism, social prism, are you my fan?
If not, don’t waste my
Time.

I wanna limo, centerfolds in bed,
Cheap drugs, free sex, heavy metal nights.
Sweeter than candy, it hurts me so right.
C’mere babe; what’s your
Sign?

That is so passé…

I wanna shock this world, shatter its core.
Tell everyone how to feel real good.
Have you seen my tattoo, maybe you should…
Naked blonde in snake’s
Jaws.

I gotta rip from convoluted words,
Fatalistic, masochistic, jingoistic sound.
Convince loving public I’m hell straight bound.
Play loud, scream hard, break
Laws.

I wanna contract, percentage up front,
Sell my books, bobble dolls, black tee-shirts.
Pose for tabloids, complain about their dirt,
Wind up, throw a fist,
‘Cause…
I wanna be a rock-and-roll poet.