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Timmy
Contributed by
shinji_kusa
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Friday, 2nd May 2008 @ 06:07:03 AM in AEST
Topic:
drugabuse
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Timmy had a ball,
Timmy liked to fall,
He leaped and bound,
And played around,
Until they made the call,
One week later,
On an elevator,
He slit his wrists and died,
Parents mad,
Doctors sad,
No behaviour to subside.
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shinji_kusa
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2008-05-02 06:07:03]
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Re: Timmy
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by AnenaLynne on
Friday, 2nd May 2008 @ 07:27:16 AM AEST
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Woah! wasnt expecting that ending from reading the opening sentance. short sweet and to the point. i liked it!
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Re: Timmy
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by ratty on
Tuesday, 20th May 2008 @ 01:28:21 AM AEST
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| short and simple, nice |
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