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Adonis of the Olympique Ice Ice Baby
Contributed by
kleetas
on
Wednesday, 10th February 2010 @ 04:56:30 PM in AEST
Topic:
abstract
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Didja ever wonder bout your life In this kewl space in time Didja ever figuire I'm the one Whose chackra Rage sublime So what about the solid mass So physical your fate Just when you grasp the handles firm It melts apon your plate So what say you of Aliens The black ones and the greys Do they smite or kiss your life And grant you lofty praise Confusing concepts come and go Their manifesting dim Will you answer Masters' call Your chances seem so slim So come to me my little child And jump on Daddys' lap I'll tell you stories of moonbeams glories The ancient art of Rap Onward Getzlaf ,and Perry too Those Northern Boys will show who's who Knock Ovechkin on his ass when Golden Dreams forever last!
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kleetas
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2010-02-10 16:56:30] (Date/Time posted on
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