My life, a poem

Apparently the parents say it took 63 hours for me to enter this world,

Kicking, screaming and generally pissed off.

32 years…Not much has changed.

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  1. Liam_BAugust 14, 2009 at 8:58 PM

    you weren't pissed; you were just ready; i'm moving to DC - shoot me an email! I'd love to be back in touch: ryanmbyrnes@gmail.com

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