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Father worked Nights, Thats why I am fucked up (Free verse) by bigbigdog

father lived in a factory. he would pound, pound the foreman all night long, never stopping, never saying why. Laugh and scream, pound and pound -- no lunch hour, not even a coffee break.

<~> 20-Sep-02/11:08 AM
you are one stupid fuck, bigbigdog. i don't know where you come from, but why don't you go back there? not only was it a crime to steal ogden nash's words, it is also a crime to steal p&k's. and now it's personal, 'cause you're fucking with a friend. if your goal is to get as much hate mail as possible in one afternoon, hey man, you've got a great start. fuck off, loser.




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