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Oct 2016
ska
Ska is dead it died with the 90s

Bliss we burned for December 99

I loved the sound of a horn with the snare drum

Joyous anthem of celebration

Sharing honest recollections

Unafraid of doing harm past its candy coated tone
Lock me up, and throw away the key, there's no use in hiding her from me, I'm far to swift and far to keen but that, you'll see, the only chance to save her is to ******* me, I will perform the courting dance and play the song of my people loud as war drums outside of her house, untill her court and vessels come out, my sword could spit them with a joust but I want the approval of your counts and clowns, you can try all you might, I can suffer slings and arrows like the bravest knight, I can dance and sing but best of all I'm free, and I've chosen to spend my fall and spring in the process of persuading your father the king, to let me buy you a ring, but with a planets core sized diamond I am sure he will be kinder, then he has been.
John B
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John B  28/M/Within The Omniverse
(28/M/Within The Omniverse)   
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