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Indian Song
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ALChemy
Why high eye old man, bell led in my van at ease. My gray haven ain't she in sin. In christmas home aside. Solid all heft of you tour is erect for you. My eye old wild man, got it earned is said.
wilco
28-Nov-05/2:21 PM
Wild man,
bled in my vanities;
My graven ancient,
increase mass homicide.
So little left of you
to resurrect for you.
Wild man
God interred his head.
I dunno...best I could come up with.
9 for making me think...I'd give you a 10 but you made me think and that pissed me off. ;)
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