When sad and terrible things occur,
I lose my happier demeanor.
Pain within me begins to stir.
Some say I even get meaner.
My hair straightens and all the hues
of the world seem a bit duller.
Please put an end to Scootabuse
and ponies of every color.
By Chad Alexander Worden
09-12-2011 @ 21:20
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