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You know the rules, kids.
Topic: "A Lonely Muffin"
or just whatever, yeah?
Go.
Judging Date: June 4th!!!!!!
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Well, quite obviously, as everyone knew (ahaha) it is judging day. And so, the winnur does be:
mattributé wrote:
> Burnt Muffin
>
> I sit here, scolded in my cage
> the black surrounds my fluffy centre
>
> the only way in is through the bitter skin
> the only way out is to break from skin
>
> I'm alone.
>
> I sit here, awaiting my sentence
> a burning hot oven can be so cold
> when you're different.
Matt, its over to you.
Topic: "A Lonely Muffin"
or just whatever, yeah?
Go.
Judging Date: June 4th!!!!!!
-------------------------------------------------------
Well, quite obviously, as everyone knew (ahaha) it is judging day. And so, the winnur does be:
mattributé wrote:
> Burnt Muffin
>
> I sit here, scolded in my cage
> the black surrounds my fluffy centre
>
> the only way in is through the bitter skin
> the only way out is to break from skin
>
> I'm alone.
>
> I sit here, awaiting my sentence
> a burning hot oven can be so cold
> when you're different.
Matt, its over to you.
Page:
The bitter taste of fortified sugar
[I]Yes, I've cried for you
this I shan't deny
but when I glanced at you
across that moonlit dancehall
I knew our fates were entwined
A few nervous glances
and an hour later,
I broke away from my shackles
from those that tied me down
to fly to you
Once last glimpse
and you were gone
into his arms
into his mouth
[I]Yes, I've cried for you
this I shan't deny
but when I glanced at you
across that moonlit dancehall
I knew our fates were entwined
A few nervous glances
and an hour later,
I broke away from my shackles
from those that tied me down
to fly to you
Once last glimpse
and you were gone
into his arms
into his mouth
Muffin, alone
[I]Upon that kitchen ledge
i sing to you
in verse
in rhyme
I long for you, your blueberry goodness
I reach out, to touch you
but, in a glimpse - you've
gone
[I]Upon that kitchen ledge
i sing to you
in verse
in rhyme
I long for you, your blueberry goodness
I reach out, to touch you
but, in a glimpse - you've
gone
You know the rules, kids.
Topic: "A Lonely Muffin"
or just whatever, yeah?
Go.
Judging Date: June 4th!!!!!!
-------------------------------------------------------
Well, quite obviously, as everyone knew (ahaha) it is judging day. And so, the winnur does be:
mattributé wrote:
> Burnt Muffin
>
> I sit here, scolded in my cage
> the black surrounds my fluffy centre
>
> the only way in is through the bitter skin
> the only way out is to break from skin
>
> I'm alone.
>
> I sit here, awaiting my sentence
> a burning hot oven can be so cold
> when you're different.
Matt, its over to you.
Topic: "A Lonely Muffin"
or just whatever, yeah?
Go.
Judging Date: June 4th!!!!!!
-------------------------------------------------------
Well, quite obviously, as everyone knew (ahaha) it is judging day. And so, the winnur does be:
mattributé wrote:
> Burnt Muffin
>
> I sit here, scolded in my cage
> the black surrounds my fluffy centre
>
> the only way in is through the bitter skin
> the only way out is to break from skin
>
> I'm alone.
>
> I sit here, awaiting my sentence
> a burning hot oven can be so cold
> when you're different.
Matt, its over to you.
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