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i need a title (Sonnet) by That One
By the old barn
where we used to play
where we would come to just such harm
im not missing you anyway
we lived the kind of lifestyle
they could've made a realtiey show
your green face sullen while
your body was buried in the snow
the moment the knife dropped, your heart halt
another camera for the show propped, not my fault.
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Arithmetic Mean: 4.5
Weighted score: 4.865529
Overall Rank: 10366
Posted: February 11, 2004 7:59 PM PST; Last modified: February 11, 2004 7:59 PM PST
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