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Life-In-Death (Free verse) by vulcan I'm Old and Cold
On I ride
That Crooked Staff.
I'm Old yet Bold
With that Blanched Face
In the Wide-White-Pasture
I seek a Bottle
Of Wine!
Up the ladder:
Too Long
Down the ladder:
Daddy's Girl
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Posted: May 28, 2003 8:39 AM PDT; Last modified: July 29, 2003 9:36 AM PDTWeighted score: 4.7854347 Overall Rank: 11305 Comments:
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horus8 @ 24.126.113.154
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28-May-03/8:46 AM
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GQT on this whimsical day this great ideal country day, milkshakes, ufos, caves to explore. YES! my friend we are pirates. PIRATES! or our we Greek gods today? what day is today? JESUS! WHERE ARE MY CLOTHES, AND WHO IN THE FUCK ARE YOU? SECURITY! 10
Here, here.
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