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Story Teller IV (Billy and Bart ) he walks in the saloon spurs jingling loud faces turn frightened everyone in the crowd except for Bart he keeps his cold stare bodies are dashing but he stays right there he knows it's Billy without turning his head no place to hide now time to face him instead the fear and loathe has made his nostrils flare his hand to his side now waiting for the dare Billy was simply the one that no one could face bushy eyebrows and unruly hair every place when he spoke you took at least one step back waiting anxiously for the fierce attack he spoke in riddles and never made sense his mouth sputtered spray his eyes so intense if you were lucky you could give him the shake point over there I think there is some cake when he turned with desire for tastes so sweet you quickly turned and quietly shuffled your feet head for the exit from his attempted control drool running down his chin this disgusting soul Billy was this proverbial pain in everyone's side but Bart had this way of coolness down deep inside he would reach out his hand in gesture so kind that Billy would just smile a smile that shined Billy wasn't really the beast that everyone thought he just wanted a friend it was kindness he sought take away from these words a higher ground look inside your heart to see what you found Gomer LePoet....
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Aug 24, 2013
Aug 24, 2013 at 9:02 AM UTC
Story Teller IV (Billy and Bart )
Story Teller IV (Billy and Bart ) he walks in the saloon spurs jingling loud faces turn frightened everyone in the crowd except for Bart he keeps his cold stare bodies are dashing but he stays right there he knows it's Billy without turning his head no place to hide now time to face him instead the fear and loathe has made his nostrils flare his hand to his side now waiting for the dare Billy was simply the one that no one could face bushy eyebrows and unruly hair every place when he spoke you took at least one step back waiting anxiously for the fierce attack he spoke in riddles and never made sense his mouth sputtered spray his eyes so intense if you were lucky you could give him the shake point over there I think there is some cake when he turned with desire for tastes so sweet you quickly turned and quietly shuffled your feet head for the exit from his attempted control drool running down his chin this disgusting soul Billy was this proverbial pain in everyone's side but Bart had this way of coolness down deep inside he would reach out his hand in gesture so kind that Billy would just smile a smile that shined Billy wasn't really the beast that everyone thought he just wanted a friend it was kindness he sought take away from these words a higher ground look inside your heart to see what you found Gomer LePoet....
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Aug 24, 2013
Aug 24, 2013 at 9:02 AM UTC
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