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Monday, April 25, 2005


   a happy little poem I just made up;
Come with me, far away.
To a place where we can play.
Hold my hand and speak my name.
The end will come to this game.
So come with me to wonderland.
You cant deny your feelings.
Follow the jester to everland.
Where nothing has a meaning.
In spite of your efforts you follow your trance.
Dance, my puppets, dance.
To the violin of hate and doubt.
Come to rott you from the inside out. So follow the jester, follow the bells, follow your happyness and pride.
All that is spoken all that is said, all those faulty truths are lies.




plah thats the wost thing I ever wrote....







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