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Feb 2010
Moving,riding, dysthymically along
I semi-smiled at a ******* each block
Everytime we were made to stop
The attractive ones
The same broken clock
Giving the correct time twice
Once daily, again in the dark morning for twenty years
Β Christ
Sorry, no you don't qualify
Β I lied about the smile.
Copyright Β© 1996-Present- From The Crawlspace in the Cranium
Polby Saves
Written by
Polby Saves  Austin, TX
(Austin, TX)   
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