Paper Tiger
Minor King
The killer awoke at dawn, he put his boots on...
Posts: 745
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Post by Paper Tiger on Aug 31, 2008 18:19:56 GMT -5
Why do I dream of sharks When my life's worth it's weight in gold? A dandelion made of solid steel With it's face raped by the cold Yes circumstance has thrown it's chance And it's lassooed to my heart I'd tattoo it to my skin If it wasn't such a fickle art Yes, curtains drawn and sunrays Bounce off water ripples in a cup Thats settled on a shelf too long With a shoulderful of dust I could slice the earth in two Like a stale and moulded bread The zombies have long been paraded In the masquerade in my head Yes, bats flown from webbed wall That clung tight to my brain And since the girl walked into my life Things will never be the same again...
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Post by Hermit on Aug 31, 2008 18:56:19 GMT -5
excellent mark absolutely excellent
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Post by Yertle_The_Turtle on Sept 7, 2008 5:55:45 GMT -5
If I were gay, Mark...
lol
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