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| A sweet and barely riteous feeling Pitches me into throes of fission Too appropriate to describe in words Too vocal to deny in silence My licence speaks before myself But can't pardon casual advice Six hours like the twitch of my finger Can I book my tickets to you, in advance? Register vice Thrice wished Kissed in theory Queries quenched Drenched in logic Magic a plenty Twenty hopes Cope by patience Concience damp Lampshade mysteries History produces blisters many I bid you study them closer |
| "DAMNED SPOT!" Wednesday June 14th 2006 - 13:38 |