2006-01-15 - 10:04 p.m.
Cryptic possibilities left no clue of how to do da do da do. Were they spoken for on a bike for two? The first cup of grenade juice was laconic enough for even me. But the pleasant fact is... As tidal waves breath back into shore There you remained to sustain dinner Without a photograph or a name forever. Effortless actions eased by that initial raging and dragging sir I ask you please Or it may be the mug just belonged to some cynic A freshly foraged for Diogenes getting over the hump of victims, sentences and Symbols, etched and translated back into the limestone of words! Which brings me to my next question What on Earth is an orphan for? For this, lies no answer Using Paddles to discover the middens I saw a Breakfast of Skittles still hidden.
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