Friday, September 08, 2006

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What could possibly be wrong with this

Who nods, nods out and finds themselves
Lost on the gimp with sudden wads of cash

What could be limping with that

Or at least nodding to the stump-stump night
And her looming missile lids

What could be the shadow of the family dinner?

What waxing slough

Could ever bum this change

This change

This















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