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ode to bad taco meat (Free verse) by gay

A feaste laid out before me (Aye Chihuahua!) my innards quickened with eager quiverings; The bowle was whyte as winges of angels! Now, Zounds! They growle three-folde.

balthazar 22-Aug-02/1:19 PM
this is worse than the real Dark Angel's "poetry." it stinks worse than the toilet mentioned within.




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