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The End! (Other) by ARTIE

Twisted, fisted, rambling drunk falls, Sees dark angels on the wall. Cold, and naked, his lifeblood stopped, "One small glass!", his last call!

-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 15-Jul-02/4:59 PM
There once was a poete named ARTIE / Who fisted a girl at a party / But he got quite a fright / When he turned on the light: / His mum said she found it quite hearty




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