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Biots |
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Hollowman Member
since 2001-06-01
Posts 117 |
Now the time is to recall the mistakes, the passions of it all Cant say I'll be there at midnight Cant say I can be your every delight Cant say I'll love you through and through Cant stand your moods so blue So long now, on your own - endure your pain you created its all the same I opened your eyes to see the light now adrenalin flows ready for flight Cant turn the horror of shows over Dont want to be your long distance Romeo rover Cant put a hollow man to rest Cant put him through any tests So long, adios, the curtain closes the audience showers us with poses into dust a memory made of one mans sigular escapade no more. Richy ( A bit rusty, but in another part of the world) |
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Tracey Member Elite
since 2001-08-29
Posts 2808where insanity meets breeding |
Well, you would be a bit rusty after clearing the forest away for heavens sake!! Lol. Good one Rich So long, adios, the curtain closes the audience showers us with poses into dust a memory made of one mans singular escapade no more. Sometimes, that’s a nice place to be…the calm after the storm. By the way, excuse my ignorance, but what are biots anyway? If she who dies with the most toys wins, then can I have some toy boys please? [This message has been edited by Tracey (04-24-2002 10:33 PM).] |
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amusemi Senior Member
since 2001-12-08
Posts 1262A State of Disarray |
I fear a heart has now been broken. Quite a loss you would be. Great write. |
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Hollowman Member
since 2001-06-01
Posts 117 |
ah - no hearts broken here - although one can write about sorrow or happiness with equal virtues.... Oooops and Boits is just made up word...  |
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