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A robin
#1
alit upon my fence this morning
and started to sing it's beautiful song,
he turned his head and looked upon me,
and somehow I knew the song was just for me.
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#2
I saw a roach this morning.
I drowned him in the sink.
Then had a cup of tea.
#3
:crackhead: :crackhead: :crackhead:
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Get your own Gamercard Sig.
#4
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did it look like this?
<center>Angel On The Outside
Naughty On The Inside
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You Gotta Rub Me The Right Way
#5
i just looked out my window and i saw
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Edited By NaughtyAngel on July 30 2002 at 11:21
<center>Angel On The Outside
Naughty On The Inside
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You Gotta Rub Me The Right Way
#6
A yellow bird, with a yellow bill
was sitting on my window sill
I lured him in with crumbs of bread
and then I smashed his little head.
The moral of this story is,
to get some head, you need some bread.:blow:
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#7
The Burn


If I hated you any harder,
I would burn up like those people
in those pictures of spontaneous human combustion.
There’d be a black and white picture of an arm chair
with an untouched sneakered leg left propped up against the magazine rack.

If I hated you any harder,
I would burn up like the food you drop from a pan
on to the gas jets, blue and orange.
I’d turn charcoal black and I’d smell like bubbly fat
or whatever bacon grease-covered scrambled egg smells like when it hits searing metal.

If I hated you any harder,
I’d burn up all over like that tiny patch of skin on my forearm.
I’d be a shiny pearl pink and scar tissue white
just like that quarter-sized little bit that I accidentally pressed up against the engine of your car
when I cut your brake lines.
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