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Thinking for you
(
Free verse
) by
J.B. Manning
Every time I try to rhyme I spit forth This bile and slim And lock the doors Inside my mind The keys to which I cannot find And madness asks me Where the hell Iâve been
horus8
29-Jun-04/12:04 AM
Actually, not bad, it's a shame your ass aint rad.
Like mine, in lime, for niggers thirsting -- a lemon fizzy blast of white crack and pink ass.
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