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something (Free verse) by sk8rs_rule_all Something old and musty,
Something wet and rusty.
Things on this earth,
are always given birth.
No matter what,
ur free to strut,
on what you have
and on what others dont.
*THIS MAY NOT MAKE SENSE BUT CONCIDERING THE KIND OF MOOD I WS IN WHEN I
WROTE IT IT MAKES COMPLETE SENSE TO ME! and hint hint JUST try and
figure out what kind of a mood i was in!*
Up the ladder:
Infection
Down the ladder:
Sunday Drivers
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Posted: July 31, 2003 4:36 PM PDT; Last modified: July 31, 2003 4:36 PM PDTWeighted score: 4.769479 Overall Rank: 11393 Comments:
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-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. @ 217.35.159.37
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31-Jul-03/4:54 PM
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wow you must have been in a bonkers mood when u wrote this ur so wacky and zany i can't keep up with u jeepers your cr4zy!!!!10
Cidering season starts after fall's first frost. What are the cons to cidering?
please don't use IM language in poetry... "ur" made me cringe
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