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Dec 18
I wish for an end to tomorrow,
as its the same as today,
but a few different jokes,
depending on the bloke
I'm working with away....

He's an acid true upon,
and no-one cashed the coupon
He's the real deal with itunes,
We play all day,
World of the worlds.
He loves "Forever Autumn".

And the creepy alien ****,
at least I felt his heart beat,
A mad world beat caved upon,
and what is the **** has been done.

The violins and creep of guitars,
sleepiness of the night's, slumber.
What is hard to teach for a little girl,
You're 20 and lost in this swirl.......
a  sad ****** up world......
mAKING
The Machine
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The Machine  M/Australia
(M/Australia)   
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