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01-02-07
the rhyming game
i know wat they say about me i hear them talking dirty talk/ on me/ about how i am a failure/ and so strange that i can never come/ up the te level of normalcy and that/ they hope will be lost inbetween/ and i try to play but i forget to lay/ my cards down on the table./ rendering me unable. to participate in for thei big prize that just happens to lie/ in the twinkilig eyes/ of the pretty blonde/ with the not so long/ hair/ whose perfume/ is the strongest in the air. and i fear my dear i will fall on the stool/ in front of you.... |