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our display
Contributed by
Blankman
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Sunday, 4th March 2012 @ 01:33:49 PM in AEST
Topic:
abstract
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Im riding the bullet as far as it goes
im lieing on a cheap bed of hay
my mother wants to knoe how am doing
but darkness was the display
I take her hand and she take meine
but the moon is hollow one more time
im sitting here on a cheap bed of hay
and darkness was the display
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2012-03-04 13:33:49]
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Re: our display
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by shelby on
Sunday, 4th March 2012 @ 08:53:09 PM AEST
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Hi blankman I enjoyed the poem but you had a couple type o's to correct. We all do it :) thanks for sharing
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