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Array ( [sid] => 118487 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The Annulment [time] => 2006-04-17 12:34:56 [hometext] => [bodytext] => If Iím going to hell
Make no mistake about it
Youíre coming along
If itís your soul thatís for sale
Then Iím singing it
Itís last love song
A whore, ready to tell
As street corner-
Couldnít get no more wrong
Water from this dry well
Thirsty skin moans
Shattered bones swell
If I take this plunge
I expect no less from you
Or at least what I get for two
Expunge

Two years of my death
Was taken from me
Four days to this month
Time shortens for us bums
Inebriated and drunk
Stoned to waste
A depleted funk
Drink down the chase
Preclude this imposter
Donít let him inside
A deluded encounter
Jesus was on his side
He just sits and seems to ponder
Where he left his pride

Belligerent and grumpy
Your face suddenly fell flat
Cantankerously bumpy
A ride to hell unlike that
The woven basket of cork
Floats on her belly
The heavy wooden fork
Anxious to sit and eat already
Pot full of potato stew
A fresh pot of coffee
The smoke inside begins to brew
You could calculate the probability
With the wooden knife
There are no second chances
You are my wife
There are no more romances
I decide
When this dies

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The Annulment

Contributed by Mangos on Monday, 17th April 2006 @ 12:34:56 PM in AEST
Topic: oops



If Iím going to hell
Make no mistake about it
Youíre coming along
If itís your soul thatís for sale
Then Iím singing it
Itís last love song
A whore, ready to tell
As street corner-
Couldnít get no more wrong
Water from this dry well
Thirsty skin moans
Shattered bones swell
If I take this plunge
I expect no less from you
Or at least what I get for two
Expunge

Two years of my death
Was taken from me
Four days to this month
Time shortens for us bums
Inebriated and drunk
Stoned to waste
A depleted funk
Drink down the chase
Preclude this imposter
Donít let him inside
A deluded encounter
Jesus was on his side
He just sits and seems to ponder
Where he left his pride

Belligerent and grumpy
Your face suddenly fell flat
Cantankerously bumpy
A ride to hell unlike that
The woven basket of cork
Floats on her belly
The heavy wooden fork
Anxious to sit and eat already
Pot full of potato stew
A fresh pot of coffee
The smoke inside begins to brew
You could calculate the probability
With the wooden knife
There are no second chances
You are my wife
There are no more romances
I decide
When this dies

___________________________
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Copyright © Mangos ... [ 2006-04-17 12:34:56]
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Re: The Annulment (User Rating: 1 )
by katt on Monday, 17th April 2006 @ 01:44:01 PM AEST
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Excellent poem! i love the emotion and expression you use. Keep up the great work!

Katt




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