The owl wind scaped the table
Scraps caught eye junket red
Hand folded and turned out
Blew blossoms while melting
Smoked down bent up sum
Coundnt float large enough
So crow did an crouched
Instead of uncorking
Its speaker whispered
Bellowed bottle grey
Suffocated the steam
Train added a thought
Then punctuated abruptly
It had taken away its close
Barely striped to its zebra
Im ready to burn it said
Left the stage for a pen
Then apologised to Rudy
Ball Song
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rareadmiral
, Jun 20 2006 11:02 PM
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