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 Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2007 6:23 pm
When it rains it pours
Hot acid on clod sores
Knives meant to cut thy flesh
Fire meant to take thy breath
When it rains it pours
And your home becomes a moore
Never a time when you would think
That this riddle of frounte
would come from a spinx
When it rains it pours
like never more
a home to return too
A home filled like a zoo
When it rains it pours
So just go out that door
and die
And then you will be like I...
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2007 11:07 am
WOot!! WOot!! WOot!! d---^-^---b Yea!
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