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barry-foster
please, raise the plea for water under moons no drop can shine how could one such tiny fraction bring about this deadly drought? rivers flow through course of pipes sewage is all they'll become I don't think they should expand there just ain't no room hourless, placeless bring no gloom rather rigid obsolescence and the river has no room for any defect should you find yourself out there keep the bottle right at bay you never know what there is to fill.
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Mar 31, 2010
Mar 31, 2010 at 10:44 AM UTC
drought of emotion, river of pain
a man walks into a bar he thinks he has found his place and by the steady row of hands he keeps drinking up his past a man walks around the bar they say "explore", but won't let him out the only view he gets is walls the only beer he drinks is ours a man crawls down round the bar a man jumps high through the chairs a man sips a tasty wine a man drains the ugly pint a man walks into a bar says "guys, there's great life outside" so our man there breaks the glass and he promptly says good-bye.
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Mar 14, 2010
Mar 14, 2010 at 1:23 PM UTC
a bar called Life