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Watching The Rose Grow (Free verse) by Blindpoetry

My Lights Dim Down As She Glows Everybody wants her And she flows with them I hear your voice Running like I'm away Talking back fourth And don't know what to say next Watching you float like a rose Killing time like the blood color you are And time will fly by If you just tell me who you are Waiting for a conclusion Fighting for an answer Give me hints and I'll respond I need practice; I'm not a good dancer - for sure Kiss me now Before I leave I can't stop wishing you a good day So, Dearest, can't you see? I'm watching the Rose grow It's not my hobby But painfull pleasure And I'm at the bus stop... Waiting for you... Waiting for you...

-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 2-Apr-04/2:41 AM
Congratulations, fucknut! The suffix 'splat' has now been included in the patented -=Dark_Angel=- invention generator. Having scanned through hundreds of results, it eventually came up, in the form of the following:

- A guffsplat

Further research yielded the following results:

- A negrosplat
- A profoundly drooping piesplat
- A bog-resistant Swiss Army jodhpursplat which dispenses ultraplimpsoll milk
- An exploding outhousesplat surrounded by a plumber's wooden pyrobanjo beard
- A beard-enriched unspeakably illegal sandwichling which oozes evacuation-foreskin mess which can be used to repel an outhousesplat filled with pie byproducts




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