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clean rooms
Contributed by
plous
on
Sunday, 18th May 2003 @ 09:05:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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deep seated on an easy slip, punish the warts, destroy the weeds, love all of my little flowers, the self of something important, like an imposeing statue that stares, built by hands long ago for something now dead, something to die for maybe, the mechanics are rusted some times, how we all can get angry, how do you get there, maybe someday we can get there for the same reason.
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2003-05-18 21:05:00] (Date/Time posted on
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