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Tim's Dance
Contributed by
wakingdream
on
Tuesday, 24th April 2007 @ 04:00:50 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Tim's eye's are bleeding Somebody get him a sponge Look at the way he skittles across the hardwood floor You can see his elbows contract And his feet are starting to worry me
If you listen carefully You can hear sand in his hips Look at the way his joints swing about like wind-chimes And his neck is bending He is saying something!
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wakingdream
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2007-04-24 16:00:50] (Date/Time posted on
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