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A Poem by PaleWind

Author: PaleWind
Created: April 03, 2011 at 05:18 am
Upload Type: Poem, G (All)  
Category: General/Other | General/Other | General/Other
Upload Stats: 5 Stars by 1 users with 1 comments and 160 views

pretty gold piece  

i need rocket fuel,
for my rocket ship,
i been kissed by the filth,
of my fathers lips,
and if the blood red rain,
don't pour on down,
the last dead leaf wont hit the ground,
and if i kill them dead,
and don't take their teeth,
i cant sell'em in the city,
for a pretty gold piece,
you don't get the write,
cause it don't make sense,
but it's not my job to not be dense,

Last Modified: April 03, 2011 at 05:34 am
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April 03, 2011
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Beautiful & lovely my dear freind~
I enjoyed, well done~

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