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Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by Pills, Feb 10, 2006.

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  1. Pills

    Pills Well-Known Member

    All covered in vomit,
    So misconstrued.
    Who ever thought,
    That my mind'd come unglued?

    Depressed tortured thoughts,
    Of a soul once not lost.
    Can only be poised,
    By limp-wristed sloths.

    Who sit at their 'puters,
    All night and all day.
    They write of their shames,
    They sit and decay.

    'Round the world exists,
    These hopeless buffoons.
    Who simply cry wolf,
    When the stray puppy croons.
     
  2. Petal

    Petal SF dreamer Staff Alumni SF Supporter

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