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| Open Poetry #40 |
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Revolution's old |
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Triskaidekaphobia Member
since 2003-02-05
Posts 251In a state of disrepair... |
All you little children are feeling far too eminent. All you little children need to learn a thing or two. Yes, your jeans are ripped but you don't seem to know that once we bought them whole and we let the knees just go. Bad dye jobs were done before behind our bathroom doors. And a tattoo or a piercing never makes you interesting. If only you knew that more than half the bands and songs, you like to claim as yours, we heard of years before. All you little children need to know is this: Your little revolution's old and was when I was young. It has the same eternal soul of sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll. Hangovers are nature's way of preparing us for liver failure. |
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