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You have 7 hours to live... now here's the bad news (Free verse) by D. $ Fontera Talk to me
Sell me coffee and exotic flowers
Let the words melt into my consciousness
Now leave me alone
Lie to me
But please don't tell me lies
Fake yourself and share it with me
Abuse my senses
Oh telemarket man
Say whatever you can
It's not that I'm needy
Or impossibly greedy
I just can't live
living without you
Up the ladder:
Lies
Down the ladder:
Rebel Spirits
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Posted: January 7, 2005 10:49 AM PST; Last modified: January 7, 2005 10:50 AM PSTWeighted score: 4.8569565 Overall Rank: 10477 Comments:
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Dovina @ 69.175.6.101
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8-Jan-05/9:25 AM
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If it's about telemarketing, the title should give some hint. It seems like you're talking about several things at once.
I think it's about Texas Hold Em. I love that game.
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