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Ashman wrote:
> Okay, to save making a new thread and all that gayby stuff. Lets
> restart right here. Yeah, that's right. Go ahead and alter your first
> post if you want, immy.
>
> Anyway, the topic is, "a single, small south american
> child"
>
> Go.
I feel empty,
Like an unoccupied washing machine,
Haircut, oh how you have plagued me.
take control of me
you're messing with the enemy
blah blah blah
Just me and you,
Just the two
of us.
So much about you
i miss
the clumsy way
we used to kiss
I stupidly walked
into a door
and I was
sore
for
a week.
A barnfire they were sat round,
'Bored I am' the boy then thought,
So burnt the barn to the ground,
He went to court,
They heard his lies,
The lawyer sobbed and his parents coughed,
"Twas Neal! Twas Neal!" he cried,
Ten months later the hammer fell,
Now all Dringo can do is mope,
He'll sit in that cell for days on end,
And pray he won't drop the soap.
The song of those outside reaches us
It enters our ears
Our thoughts
Our minds
The catterwhaling of the shunned
Forever
Remorseless
Five long years it's been
Someday they'll move on
I hide away from her political views
flowers, they liberate me.
Communism,
awful stuff.
Everyone gets the same,
Now that's what I call lame.
Should this be called 8?
I spoilt your counting game
Whoops I'm sorry
Well, no, I'm not