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untitled (Other) by PunchMeInTheFace Chicken noodle soup with stars,
rain puddles,
saturday morning cartoons.
This is the stuff
dreams are made of.
But then one day
you grow up
And all
those dreams
fade
away.
Up the ladder:
Premarital Sex (Zombie Fantasy)
Down the ladder:
crush on you
Votes: (green: user, blue: anonymous)
Arithmetic Mean: 4.125
Posted: November 1, 2002 11:13 PM PST; Last modified: November 1, 2002 11:13 PM PSTWeighted score: 4.764676 Overall Rank: 11413 Comments:
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New Life Drug @ 67.116.241.96
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2-Nov-02/5:36 PM
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i give it a 7
that's not what i dreamed of a a youth,but whatever.
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