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To my Moneta (Other) by Bill Z Bub If I could die with your sweat on my lips,
I'd smile at the Devil and leave him a tip.
Up the ladder:
The Glass
Down the ladder:
I'll start
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Posted: February 14, 2009 5:11 PM PST; Last modified: February 14, 2009 5:56 PM PSTWeighted score: 5.094852 Overall Rank: 6152 Comments:
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Bill Z Bub @ 99.239.12.102
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15-Feb-09/10:59 AM
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This is my St. Valentine's Day poem. Think Hallmark would buy it?
awww. thasso sweet! :)
Heh. How dare you be catchy in order to seduce hallmark cads to offer cash! Tsk. Here's an eight, you hallmark whore!
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