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ecrivan Member Elite
since 2001-12-10
Posts 3923my own state 
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An hour has struck, a carriage sees its bare state orchestrated chops see that heads meet their fate, a legionaire wants to have his finger in every pie for life is sweet until an axe cuts the poetic eye... It is that glass isthmus where two equal bodies meet the longer it stands, granulated salt runs to its feet the hour has struck, melon coachmen turn into mice new worlds are overcome by a paddy product, rice! Xenophobia takes the place of a placid acceptance midnight hour has struck for a gruesome sentence, the drivers have returned to their natural state a cindered girl runs away from a glass shoe slate... A grandfather chimes, a mouse runs around ring around a posy, so they all fall down, one head less is worth two in a bush the longer they stay, the more is hushed... Quickly home, the prince carries the slipper madonna eyes are transfixed at reruns of Flipper, shift whistle blows, the crusade has ended other puppet is propped up while fences are mended... |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
this is sort of sad to me...don't know why, but it is |
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ecrivan Member Elite
since 2001-12-10
Posts 3923my own state |
Passing It was meant to be... there are reasons not to be happy sometimes...thanks for reading |
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