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One Little Two Little Three Little Indians Four Little Five Little Six
Contributed by
Mangos
on
Thursday, 9th February 2006 @ 12:59:11 PM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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I sense greatness brewing Braveness looming Cant take this It keeps me moving Compensate And no one looses
I sense urgency In the words you are saying An emergency Imminent And so you are praying Irreversible pigment And so you are enslaving Vernacular misprint Words come out spitting
I sense change And so I am applying My every effort Into complying With exact directions Written on the box With precise applications As to not miss a spot And with age My face begins to rot
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Mangos
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2006-02-09 12:59:11] (Date/Time posted on
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