Poor poetry composed on the spur of the moment
Intended to relieve my feelings.
Silly songs written at the height of my musings
Requiring no pressures of thinking.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Svetlanic
Blahnik marianik smoking the chronic With nobody caring the swearing is wearing People crashing lashing wracking and smacking Colonic moronic and sonic pirahnic
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