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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
Your cup runneth over Spilling to the ground Seeping into cracks Embedded in apathetic souls Show them something They see you They see through you Right through and pass Straight through In a line Tunnel vision A different path Crossroads Dirt roads Metropolitan crowded roads Lonely, single roads Just for a drink of some truth Just to know this path might... On the earth's surface Drought ...and the way things are goin, they're gonna crucify me. -The Beattles |
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