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Treat Delivered |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
Fallen leaves and drying roses Brownish steams and blackened bulbs Gentle white Its, really cold Open to recieve a sore And let it in Exploit the roots Diseased Fake Simply not real A hint of freedom? Possibly Surely not Yes it is She listened and set it about A sparkle and glisten Truly she'd listened Unafraid Tramatic chance Real for sure Take a glance A tiny hole Through which I see Completely perfect Just six deep and finally free. a trickle of music from a well let it spill and roar like hell! {Lord knows Im a VOODOO CHILD}-JIMI [This message has been edited by green_itchy_stuff (09-02-2003 12:12 AM).] |
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angelblueyes Member Elite
since 2003-07-19
Posts 2148Oklahoma |
WOW!!I'm breathless here. Crystal |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
thanx |
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