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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!*
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