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Oh mother, thou art stoned! (Haiku) by <{Baba^Yaga}> Wow I'm stoned
Tried Nigerian lover
Will you raise my child
Up the ladder:
Alone
Down the ladder:
witch's bliss
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Posted: August 25, 2002 8:11 AM PDT; Last modified: June 19, 2003 3:13 PM PDTWeighted score: 5.45 Overall Rank: 2910 Comments:
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poetandknowit @ 65.101.212.9
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25-Aug-02/10:34 PM
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Keeping with current events I see. But I like it.
Yes, i read as much media as the siberian wasteland will allow to reach me..it's cold, and there aren't enough lost children around here to eat. Yet.
not drugs again, he always talks about drugs. I thinks he's a pervayor of smelling salts to the big endian tenants of hampstead.
but wait, read again. Oh no you fool she has tricked you with her headsucking ways, tis not about drugs, tis bitting social comment, on the issues of the day.
Super. Don't you want more children baba. don't you need them to flavour your stoner soup. Lots of love D (see were on first letter terms now)
Tis the stone that will splash soup in your eye! recoil viper. fondel the new yoke times. hug it deeped into foaming madness!
perv.
Kids---are expensive, and loud.
But yeah.
Don't forget tasty
I'm drunk as a wasp.
I bet.
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