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While flipping over stones (Sonnet) by <{Baba^Yaga}>

I found my love under a rock. In the backyard of my mind. With bare feet I'll load then cock. Although I'm shooting blind. It was that reckless attitude. Those chances I would take. I should have shown more gratitude. When they warned me of the snake. 'stead I frolicked mad in rapture. While flipping over stones. A worm was coiled and poised to capture. The rolling of my bones. My head swings low, so sets the sun. Those holes bleed slow, the snake has won.

-=SeTTle=- 18-Mar-03/4:35 PM
Hi Tanya! How are you?!?! I missed you sooo much! Anyway, I just dropped by to let you know about the wonderful invention called "ELECTRONIC MAIL", or "E-MAIL", if you will. With this so-called "ELECTRONIC MAIL", one can transmit text-based messages to another person without forcing 3000 other people to scroll past your latest anus magnus! PLEASE USE IT BECAUSE YOU ARE RATHER BORING TA CHEERIO PIP DIDDLY FUCK




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