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flow
Contributed by
BSteel
on
Sunday, 5th March 2006 @ 03:52:04 PM in AEST
Topic:
FriendshipPoetry
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I came upon the cluster, full of bustards, clowns, and jokers, verbal spray similiar to that of a maxim gun, always on the run they were asking for it son, Bsteel still be the one at this conjucture, enemies always full of assumptions, that leave them making last stands like Custer, enticed by the sheer power, knowing the kid won't cower, rather die than give in now, looking over the blissful abyss with a wily smile, I yearn to live on cliffs in a castle, enchanted, bedazzled, words i capture, ego's i crack you, walking statue, slam fools and suckers, I came upon the cluster.
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Re: flow
(User Rating: 1 ) by JerzeeGurl on
Sunday, 5th March 2006 @ 07:59:15 PM AEST (User
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disgrace to urban culture |
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Re: flow
(User Rating: 1 ) by Hoo on
Sunday, 5th March 2006 @ 10:28:28 PM AEST (User
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jersey tramp would say that... |
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