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September 04, 2007
this time, in rhyme
Words were written.
Things were said.
Chew what we've bitten,
it's off to bed.
(Tired of sittin'
Eyelids of lead
Still I'm smitten
by Poison to the Dead.)
Posted by sdshaver at September 4, 2007 02:49 AM