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Ball play
Contributed by
vincy
on
Monday, 16th June 2003 @ 04:05:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
AngryPoetry
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Here is moving past the ageing sorrow to kick the bucket and scare the chickens who spoiled the waters with recycled alcohol I drank it all while still at school. With begotten karma I salute you all in raging fury am a little dreary here comes the ball I kick it abrupt and I kick it high to score a goal right into the sky. Let me ask you why you ate the cow before I figured how to drink the milk. I am on my way to the forgotten land where they dish the news in tomahawk scraps.
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vincy
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2003-06-16 16:05:00] (Date/Time posted on
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