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Friday, August 5, 2005


   Poor battered poem
Golden fields of purple stains
Feed my soul for I need pains
Jiggle and wiggle, I'm wrapped in chains
Bother me this, bother me that
I'm no servant of your mat
Let me go, bite my cat
I'm not a willing hope
So push and poke the 'holy' pope
Don't ask me why, I say why nope?
Crazy blood make
Sudden cloak bake
Fallen choke sake
We're bound to art
We're found a fart
We're now not part
Come to the fields of purple stains
Heed my warning for I need gains
Jiggle and biggle, I'm crapped on bains
Mother me this, brother me that
I'm no vampires in a custume bat
Let me go, or fear my rat!
Willing is a hard to coup
But I'm sure a push will get you hope
while you say "me climb rope'
Crazy beats pounds
Maddness meats hounds
Idol feats mounds
We're not goodies
We're were booties
We're now fruityless.


Poor poem...

(>o< it's terrible!!

(o o oh well...
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Again a poem. This time with a bad, bad crappy theme. (O O

It's horrid!!

(>o< ekkkyank!!

But anyhow... Hmmm... had a question for today...

(=-= ehh... I totally forgot it.

Blah!! I should do something...

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