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Free verse № 58576

something

Member since 2002 · Posted 31 Jul 2003 · 3 comments

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!*

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[10] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 31-Jul-03/4:54 PM Reply
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
[6] http://mulberryfairy 31-Jul-03/7:49 PM Reply
Cidering season starts after fall's first frost. What are the cons to cidering?
[0] ggawrysi 21-Apr-04/12:46 PM Reply
please don't use IM language in poetry... "ur" made me cringe