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Free verse № 136202

you clinker

Member since 2004 · Posted 2 Jan 2006 · 1 comment

clink, clink i got to think my mind is throwing up in a plastic cup help me if your there mop it up with your hair becuase you dont care. forget me you fake i got better friends to make you can laugh all you want you can tather and taunt but i got the means all the beautiful genes to pick up a no and kill you, you hoe.

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[5] Dovina 3-Jan-06/11:44 AM Reply
forced rhymes.