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Sabayan mo ako sa pagbigkas nito, Nakakapagpabagabag, Pitumput-pitong puting pating, Minikaniko ni Monico ang makina ni Monica, Ang relo ni Leroy ay Rolex Bumili ako ng bituka ng butiki sa butika. Eto ang mga pampilipit dila na naalala at kinalakihan ko Ang saya bigkasin, Kasi alam ko na ang bawat pantig, ang tamang pagsambit At tuwang-tuwa ako bigkasin sa harap ng mga kaibigan ko Ipinagmamalaki kasi kaya kong sabihin ng diretso, at hindi nauutal Siyempre, noong una, pumilipit ang aking dila Ilang beses pinaulit-ulit, hanggang sa masabi nang tama At ayun, kinaya kong sabihin Pero sa lahat ng narinig at nabasa kong pampilipit dila Tila bang 'di ko pa rin kayang sabihin sa sa'yo ang mga salitang Mahal, kita. Gusto, kita. Na para bang sila ang mga salitang pinakamahirap bigkasin, Kahit siguro ilang beses ko ulit-ulitin hanggang sa masabi ko nang tama Parang hindi ko pa din kakayanin. Siguro mas kaya ko pang sabihin sa sa'yo ang mga pampilipit dila na naaalala ko, Nakakapagpabagabag Nakakapagpabagabag ka sa pagtulog ko Kakaisip kung anong mangyayari kung sinabi ko sa'yong gusto kita. Kung anong mangyayari, pag nanligaw ako o pag naging tayo na. Handa akong protektahan ka sa pitumput-pitong puting pating. Alam mo ba ang relo ni Leroy ay Rolex? Sana alam din niya ang oras ng uwi mo, para maihatid kita, Sana alam din niya na tumitigil ang oras tuwing nagkakasalubong ang ating mga mata Sana alam niya ang tamang oras kung kailan ko ba dapat sabihin sa'yo na mahal kita Nauutal sa apat na pantig, Na hindi ko naman alam kung gusto mo bang marinig Mahal kita, mahal kita, mahal kita. Ilang beses inulit-ulit bigkasin habang papunta sa'yo Baka sakaling masabi ko pagdating ko sa harap mo Pero nang nakita ka na, Para bang nabura mo ang lahat ng bokabularyo na alam ko, Nakalimutan ang tamang balarila, Nakalimutan kung paano mag-salita At nang lumampas ka, Nanghinayang. Sayang. Tatanggapin ko na lang na Siguro hindi lahat ng pampilipit dila ay kaya kong bigkasin Mas-mabuti na lang siguro na, Hindi sumubok, hanggang sa makalimutan ko nang sabihin sa'yo At mag-aantay na lang muli ng isang taong hindi pipilipit ang aking dila Kapag sinabi kong, Mahal na mahal kita.
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Apr 23, 2016
Apr 23, 2016 at 11:41 PM UTC
Pampilipit Dila
Sabayan mo ako sa pagbigkas nito, Nakakapagpabagabag, Pitumput-pitong puting pating, Minikaniko ni Monico ang makina ni Monica, Ang relo ni Leroy ay Rolex Bumili ako ng bituka ng butiki sa butika. Eto ang mga pampilipit dila na naalala at kinalakihan ko Ang saya bigkasin, Kasi alam ko na ang bawat pantig, ang tamang pagsambit At tuwang-tuwa ako bigkasin sa harap ng mga kaibigan ko Ipinagmamalaki kasi kaya kong sabihin ng diretso, at hindi nauutal Siyempre, noong una, pumilipit ang aking dila Ilang beses pinaulit-ulit, hanggang sa masabi nang tama At ayun, kinaya kong sabihin Pero sa lahat ng narinig at nabasa kong pampilipit dila Tila bang 'di ko pa rin kayang sabihin sa sa'yo ang mga salitang Mahal, kita. Gusto, kita. Na para bang sila ang mga salitang pinakamahirap bigkasin, Kahit siguro ilang beses ko ulit-ulitin hanggang sa masabi ko nang tama Parang hindi ko pa din kakayanin. Siguro mas kaya ko pang sabihin sa sa'yo ang mga pampilipit dila na naaalala ko, Nakakapagpabagabag Nakakapagpabagabag ka sa pagtulog ko Kakaisip kung anong mangyayari kung sinabi ko sa'yong gusto kita. Kung anong mangyayari, pag nanligaw ako o pag naging tayo na. Handa akong protektahan ka sa pitumput-pitong puting pating. Alam mo ba ang relo ni Leroy ay Rolex? Sana alam din niya ang oras ng uwi mo, para maihatid kita, Sana alam din niya na tumitigil ang oras tuwing nagkakasalubong ang ating mga mata Sana alam niya ang tamang oras kung kailan ko ba dapat sabihin sa'yo na mahal kita Nauutal sa apat na pantig, Na hindi ko naman alam kung gusto mo bang marinig Mahal kita, mahal kita, mahal kita. Ilang beses inulit-ulit bigkasin habang papunta sa'yo Baka sakaling masabi ko pagdating ko sa harap mo Pero nang nakita ka na, Para bang nabura mo ang lahat ng bokabularyo na alam ko, Nakalimutan ang tamang balarila, Nakalimutan kung paano mag-salita At nang lumampas ka, Nanghinayang. Sayang. Tatanggapin ko na lang na Siguro hindi lahat ng pampilipit dila ay kaya kong bigkasin Mas-mabuti na lang siguro na, Hindi sumubok, hanggang sa makalimutan ko nang sabihin sa'yo At mag-aantay na lang muli ng isang taong hindi pipilipit ang aking dila Kapag sinabi kong, Mahal na mahal kita.
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On the south side of kelso if it's there that ya choose to go Well if its there ya go then ya just gotta know bout a man named tweaker joe Now tweaker, he's a scrapper and if ya go down on his door Don't you worry about wakin him up. He aint slept since 74 Well he's weird, weird tweaker joe The weirdest tweaker in South Kelso Weirder than a three toed frog Stranger than a five eared dog Now tweaker hes a scrapper and he likes his shiny things And he likes to see what fun he has by the chaos that he brings He got a custom BMX bike with a flashlight on the grill. He got 32 lb of brass in his pack, he got a dope bag in his shoe. Well he's weird, weird tweaker joe The weirdest tweaker in South Kelso Weirder than a three toed frog Stranger than s five eared dog NOW Friday bout a week ago Tweaker scrappin cars. But at the end of the alley sat a cop named Thurman and ooh dat cop looked ****** Well he cast his light upon joe cuz Thurman had a plan Tweaker joe learned a lesson bout messin with a future Sherriff man Well he's weird, weird tweaker joe The weirdest tweaker in South Kelso Weirder than a three toed frog Stranger than s five eared dog Well the 2 men took to runnin and hes dragged down to the jail Joey looked like a wrung out tweaker with a couple of teeth left Well he's weird, weird tweaker joe The weirdest tweaker in South Kelso Weirder than a three toed frog Stranger than s five eared dog Well he's weird, weird tweaker joe The weirdest tweaker in South Kelso Weirder than a three toed frog Stranger than s five eared dog
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May 27, 2019
May 27, 2019 at 9:04 AM UTC
Weird, Weird, Tweaker Joe (to the tune of the Jim Croce song "Bad, Bad Leroy Brown"
On the south side of kelso if it's there that ya choose to go Well if its there ya go then ya just gotta know bout a man named tweaker joe Now tweaker, he's a scrapper and if ya go down on his door Don't you worry about wakin him up. He aint slept since 74 Well he's weird, weird tweaker joe The weirdest tweaker in South Kelso Weirder than a three toed frog Stranger than a five eared dog Now tweaker hes a scrapper and he likes his shiny things And he likes to see what fun he has by the chaos that he brings He got a custom BMX bike with a flashlight on the grill. He got 32 lb of brass in his pack, he got a dope bag in his shoe. Well he's weird, weird tweaker joe The weirdest tweaker in South Kelso Weirder than a three toed frog Stranger than s five eared dog NOW Friday bout a week ago Tweaker scrappin cars. But at the end of the alley sat a cop named Thurman and ooh dat cop looked ****** Well he cast his light upon joe cuz Thurman had a plan Tweaker joe learned a lesson bout messin with a future Sherriff man Well he's weird, weird tweaker joe The weirdest tweaker in South Kelso Weirder than a three toed frog Stranger than s five eared dog Well the 2 men took to runnin and hes dragged down to the jail Joey looked like a wrung out tweaker with a couple of teeth left Well he's weird, weird tweaker joe The weirdest tweaker in South Kelso Weirder than a three toed frog Stranger than s five eared dog Well he's weird, weird tweaker joe The weirdest tweaker in South Kelso Weirder than a three toed frog Stranger than s five eared dog
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horns squawk    rainforest avenues      exoskeleton of cars    arteries clogged with unlovely   taxi cabs fat  green  fruit for sale      five languages merge into a knot hisses    kiss    vowels    kiwis apples pears    black guys   basketball debt rises like      blood pressure stocks tumble     but we walk brogues clop on concrete count  brick after  brick sun cascades    over roof slates mind cracks in slabs    (you say Monroe      stood here)    heat quivers men are dominoes suits    for the office    a funeral designer sneakers    daddy paid for pigtails   cheap thrills   violet octagons   on a stranger’s neck (behind the closed doors) today I drink purple water      aubergine lips remind me of a Tuscany Superb    list the names Houston   Charlton Leroy   Sullivan Perry   Cornelia Dominick and Jane (ladders lead                 away from me                 close to you) and back again
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Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 12:24 PM UTC
Tuscany Superb
The glowing jacinth sun was just beginning its descent, casting long, flittering shadows on horse and rider alike. Although the horse was young, he walked with an air of importance, like a racer entering the track. As the playful breeze rustled the viridian leaves, his muscles tensed. He perked up like a toy soldier, watching the purpling sky with wary eyes, the amaranthine clouds reflected in those deep sable orbs. As he trotted about like a fairy, his russet coat shone vibrantly in the setting sun, a body of twinkling rubies set in amber. The sprite padded softly on the ground with the delicate nature of a hummingbird, he had a stride like a river of sweet milk and honey. The chestnut dreamer skipped across the ground like notes across a page, his song light and airy. he tiptoed and pirouetted, his three pearly stockings dancing like the melodious keys of a piano. Her cinnabar savior bounded over the fences like a prancing stag, and his dainty ears pricked forward as his chocolate-brown eyes fixed on the obstacle ahead. As he jumped, he lit up with a bravery that could have been felt all throughout the arena. Had the two not been alone, the entrancing sight would have been easily able to charm his way into the hearts of even the stoniest of onlookers. With a gleeful snort, the sunny gelding seemed to fill the air with good-natured laughter. The rider reached down to give him a pat, and he brightened at her touch, the pet like a kiss on his glossy ginger neck. And as the last of the daylight filtered away into the velvety mazarine sky, his neck stretched down and his walk slowed. Satisfied with their ride, the two made their way back inside, surrounding by the growing darkness.
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Oct 30, 2013
Oct 30, 2013 at 9:42 AM UTC
Leroy
The glowing jacinth sun was just beginning its descent, casting long, flittering shadows on horse and rider alike. Although the horse was young, he walked with an air of importance, like a racer entering the track. As the playful breeze rustled the viridian leaves, his muscles tensed. He perked up like a toy soldier, watching the purpling sky with wary eyes, the amaranthine clouds reflected in those deep sable orbs. As he trotted about like a fairy, his russet coat shone vibrantly in the setting sun, a body of twinkling rubies set in amber. The sprite padded softly on the ground with the delicate nature of a hummingbird, he had a stride like a river of sweet milk and honey. The chestnut dreamer skipped across the ground like notes across a page, his song light and airy. he tiptoed and pirouetted, his three pearly stockings dancing like the melodious keys of a piano. Her cinnabar savior bounded over the fences like a prancing stag, and his dainty ears pricked forward as his chocolate-brown eyes fixed on the obstacle ahead. As he jumped, he lit up with a bravery that could have been felt all throughout the arena. Had the two not been alone, the entrancing sight would have been easily able to charm his way into the hearts of even the stoniest of onlookers. With a gleeful snort, the sunny gelding seemed to fill the air with good-natured laughter. The rider reached down to give him a pat, and he brightened at her touch, the pet like a kiss on his glossy ginger neck. And as the last of the daylight filtered away into the velvety mazarine sky, his neck stretched down and his walk slowed. Satisfied with their ride, the two made their way back inside, surrounding by the growing darkness.
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She had Big luscious **** ******* lips Scrumptiously A ***** ***** With tattoos Across her **** And an *** That any man Would kiss Despite The *** And the **** Already on it She had sass And would ***** On ***** As her mascara ran But she wasn't sick Her every ******* tear Immaculate She was a submissive So dismissive When you hit her She came And begged For another With her Bloodied pucker Of mucked lovers She was a nasty ***** Leaving lipstick On rich boys And Leroy's And she Would **** Or **** Just about Anything To get lit As she elongated Her words Like a ***** Southern ****** Slurring her verbs With dead birds In her hand And fear In her heart She fanned Her flames And scrubbed The stains From predictable Strangers Strangling her While getting ****** From every angle Dangling her soul In her mangled holes She cried And cried for more Reap and sow The ***** From her nose As every man knows To blow as she chokes Such a beautiful throat And that walk That walk of a ***** That every man adores That other girls Only wished for And she loved it The attention The erections The affection The infections She was addicted To **** And knew it She was a **** Strutting her stuff Letting her **** out Of her blouse Just to arouse The curiosity Of your spouse And wreck Your house She couldn't get enough She'd eat your girl out Before getting ****** She was down For anything Or anyone A **** ** bag That we all Tagged twice Once for fun And once alive I was her life She was my wife She was a kick in the face Away from fame And she would Say anything Anything To get away Until she Didn't
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Apr 18, 2013
Apr 18, 2013 at 1:17 AM UTC
Was
She had Big luscious **** ******* lips Scrumptiously A ***** ***** With tattoos Across her **** And an *** That any man Would kiss Despite The *** And the **** Already on it She had sass And would ***** On ***** As her mascara ran But she wasn't sick Her every ******* tear Immaculate She was a submissive So dismissive When you hit her She came And begged For another With her Bloodied pucker Of mucked lovers She was a nasty ***** Leaving lipstick On rich boys And Leroy's And she Would **** Or **** Just about Anything To get lit As she elongated Her words Like a ***** Southern ****** Slurring her verbs With dead birds In her hand And fear In her heart She fanned Her flames And scrubbed The stains From predictable Strangers Strangling her While getting ****** From every angle Dangling her soul In her mangled holes She cried And cried for more Reap and sow The ***** From her nose As every man knows To blow as she chokes Such a beautiful throat And that walk That walk of a ***** That every man adores That other girls Only wished for And she loved it The attention The erections The affection The infections She was addicted To **** And knew it She was a **** Strutting her stuff Letting her **** out Of her blouse Just to arouse The curiosity Of your spouse And wreck Your house She couldn't get enough She'd eat your girl out Before getting ****** She was down For anything Or anyone A **** ** bag That we all Tagged twice Once for fun And once alive I was her life She was my wife She was a kick in the face Away from fame And she would Say anything Anything To get away Until she Didn't
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I write this because you have change my life You came into my life just as I needed someone to talk to too And now you are sick. You are the greatest thing in my life and No matter what I will remember you always! As I write this I listen to you sleep and listen to your sisters sleep and wonder around and eat. If only you can come back and feel better, tomorrow. As I write this, I am crying because I can't let go of you. You're my baby and you help me though so much, you and your sisters. I love you my dear Patrick! You are more than my pet ferret, you are my friend! No matter what happens you will always be with me. And if you do go to that special place, Please tell Leroy I say "Hi" and how I miss him. Until the day we part I am praying and hoping you will get better So you don't have to leave me this soon. I love you baby boy! I am so glad you came into my life.
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Mar 14, 2010
Mar 14, 2010 at 6:07 PM UTC
My Baby Boy
Got to get my Gogeta on Time to go the cheetah runs Beast mode I ain't cheeto I'm cheetor Turn the booth into Hogwarts I'm Dumbledore My flow deep you rappers seas shore I'm great in my own greatness what I need to compete for Leroy kno I shonuff I'm like Bruce Leroy with the Mic an dey Nunchucks **** Ghostwriters ima Ghostbuster My ghostwriter ain't even been discovered Ha my spirit even more structured So now you know who write these See my spirit my Siamese But I ain't Chinese I wipe off blood on the Mic with a handkerchief See I'm an endangered species I'm rare only a few breeds of mine that ain't extinct A TRIBE of mine an us them don't synch It ain't a jinx Never will I try to create a hybrid with these creatures We could never have the same features Being rare is much more easier To be in this wildlife I'm like how an lion would write I hate the darkness cause I'm the son of the light
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Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 10:53 PM UTC
Wordplay
Untouchable, you was playing your bass guitar. Like Steve Miller's singing about the Gangster of Love. You brought that image to the Ohio Players. After the group transformed from the Ohio Untouchable. If Sly Stone, was proclaiming to take people higher. You got them there singing upon the song Fire. A musical theme that's still rocks today. With the soul of your vocals on lead. With your 'fro hung down upon your face. Only few could comete against you. Shame, you never recorded a song called "Sugarfoot Blues". I'm sure that bass rhymic playing would blew the  the fans apart. While many limited minded music expert called you a soul god. To many fans, you were a African American rock star. Jimi Hendrix, stands out. Excep that's on the electric guitar. Similar to Larry Graham, you was too dangerous to mess around. Like riding that Love Roller Coaster. I didn't want to touch the ground. Cause I want to be free to enjoy the breeze. Brother Leroy has been called to the supreme kingdom.
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Jan 31, 2013
Jan 31, 2013 at 9:19 AM UTC
A Tribute To A Player( Leroy "Sugarfoot" Bonner)
the entire platoon, lost even Leroy--all said he had the “shield” in this field, he must have let it down all six foot four of him, on the ground beside him, Tony from Brooklyn Fresno Frankie, all the lieutenant, in motionless repose his head resting on Leroy's ribs, his short blond hair crimson from the base of his skull to his ears, color courtesy of Leroy’s grated gut not one sound why had they not bayoneted him with the others....he saw one standing over him, leaning down with his AK-47, moving as slowly as the minute hand on a giant black clock where was the sun after all these hours among the dead hadn't the earth turned, or did it spin into a sky where Helios had vanished, superfluous now on this lifeless plain still, in this darkness he saw one by one, his sleeping brothers awake yet drenched in blood, arms outstretched, mute while they drifted upwards in ribbons of soft, silent light
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Sep 20, 2015
Sep 20, 2015 at 12:19 AM UTC
until we rise again in ribbons of light
Dear leory The day you walked into my life you changed everything.i should not love the way you sneak up behind me and steal a kiss but i do.we should not be alone but we are.as you look at me i know whats on your mind.everytime you touch me it ends up in our cloths scatter every were.i love the way you run hands up and down my back.you bring out the woman in me all the time.just to feel our bodise swaying together brings a pleasure words can't explain.as you kiss my neck i close my eyes and get lost in the moment.leroy you make me want so much one night is never enough.your not just my best friend or my lover.everynight i thank god that he sent you my beautiful husbend called leroy. From your loving wife
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Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 10:54 PM UTC
a love letter for leroy
Just seeing that dumb red hat gives me the Heebeejeebees, the Holy Camoleys, I get the ******* the John B. Scrotes, I feel Ben Carsoned, as if I've been Rogered in my sleep by Quasimodo & then been forced to pleasure the Seven Dwarfs, I have the shivers, I plead repugnance, I share the odium, I experience that near frenzied disgust as left by a cold slug traversing one's naked arm in the dank moonlight, when that oh so ridiculous red tractor hat is worn by men who have chauffeurs & bejeweled golf carts, & look like a fat cat's fantasy of a fat cat, to Make America Great Again for that matter maybe you have to go as far back as Sitting Bull, Red Cloud, the Shawnee, herds of bison, counting coup, & eagle-feather headdresses, Making America Great Again does not in any way involve Leroy from the hills feeling better about his race or Donald J. Trump coming forth as some sort of Poor Man's Moses. I hate that stupid hat!
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Mar 11, 2017
Mar 11, 2017 at 2:29 PM UTC
That Stupid Hat!
you are a sacred space art all art is a reflection of environment environment inside environment outside you are a sacred space ©Christopher F. Brown 2015
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Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 9:04 PM UTC
Leroy Green
Kamala sunbathed ****** art where in heart she fly to virtual beach in LA so Leroy fell and took her task there in Philadelphia her adherent of folk from downtown here and ole USA
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Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 6:45 AM UTC
senator
New years eve, could be ****** You see I wanted to go to a new years eve party Back in the year 1995, I wanted to celebrate the good old year Where Carlton won the flag, I booked in to go to the Wests Rugby Club party And, I was looking forward to it, yeah I was a real smartie I started the night having dinner with my folks, and after dinner When the doors opened, I went into the room Where they had the new years party with the cool band who was called Electro And we all danced to songs like Rubber Ball, Leroy Brown, Teddy Bear and the Bohemian Rhapsody, yes we all had so much fun They played so many other songs, and yeah I was certainly getting down, yeah Then they played some AC/DC tunes like highway to hell, you shook me all night long and TNT, those songs were cool and I practiced my headbanging to those songs, yes it was totally cool, dudes, and after about 1 hour he started playing party music Like Ice ice baby and achy Breaky heart, I want you back and a Cold Chisel song, Flane trees, yes I loved them, and after that,yes there were songs like Runaround sue and when midnight hit we played prince's 1999, but we said 1995, yes we had fun that night, you know partying to every song And chatting up every chick, and also really letting our hair down low And after it was over some people got worried that I was alone o. New years eve And then I won a bottle of champagne and one man wanted to **** me Yes, I know what he was saying, I ain't a mallakka, I have to lay low For a while, and only go out to fun events, for families And yes, I am still happy, cause I had a cool night
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Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 9:37 PM UTC
NEW YEARS EVE, 1995, ****** COULD IT
New years eve, could be ****** You see I wanted to go to a new years eve party Back in the year 1995, I wanted to celebrate the good old year Where Carlton won the flag, I booked in to go to the Wests Rugby Club party And, I was looking forward to it, yeah I was a real smartie I started the night having dinner with my folks, and after dinner When the doors opened, I went into the room Where they had the new years party with the cool band who was called Electro And we all danced to songs like Rubber Ball, Leroy Brown, Teddy Bear and the Bohemian Rhapsody, yes we all had so much fun They played so many other songs, and yeah I was certainly getting down, yeah Then they played some AC/DC tunes like highway to hell, you shook me all night long and TNT, those songs were cool and I practiced my headbanging to those songs, yes it was totally cool, dudes, and after about 1 hour he started playing party music Like Ice ice baby and achy Breaky heart, I want you back and a Cold Chisel song, Flane trees, yes I loved them, and after that,yes there were songs like Runaround sue and when midnight hit we played prince's 1999, but we said 1995, yes we had fun that night, you know partying to every song And chatting up every chick, and also really letting our hair down low And after it was over some people got worried that I was alone o. New years eve And then I won a bottle of champagne and one man wanted to **** me Yes, I know what he was saying, I ain't a mallakka, I have to lay low For a while, and only go out to fun events, for families And yes, I am still happy, cause I had a cool night
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( ( ( \/ /\ / \ ++ Been to the MARKETPLACE with you /// ( trying to sell our souls ) •• If I could only **** Madonna I'm sure the Level of my creativity would go WAY up But that won't never happen So baby? HOW ABOUT YOU ? /// I mean You know you always say Just how much I mean to you And how you see my suffering And how you'd die so I might be saved Well Now is the time to prove You Mean it Now is the time To simply place Your body on the line •• You know I' ll be true That I ' ll stay the entire night And the song I write Will be Dedicated to you //// To you baby ! To you !!! •• And when you see me on the magic aisle On the red carpet you ' ll Know my smile Shall contain a memory of you // So baby let's get down to business Take it off this very instant Let us get my juices stirring There is hit song gently growing And it needs just one exploding Inside some babe and Here you are ! And you said you'd be there for me You would never try reform me And now I shall always Be grateful to you // Grateful to you
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Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 5:05 PM UTC
from LeRoy to his Martha
Under a raw red dusting of sky stands the old man's dream. "Colts want breaking, first thing," he says, chewing his words like fatback. The mare stands mute within her stall, neighing softly for her son. The old man grabs the bridle of the colt, leading it down the slope of the corral- But the beast is having none of it. Electric is the blood within his breast, a living wire of flesh. He stampedes through the dirt, dragging the old man, the rope's harsh friction slashing at his palms. I see the colt, now fully charged, tearing through the fence, a frail and helpless wire electrified. "Leroy!" I hear my mother cry behind me as the old man tumbles in the dust. *** over teakettle," grunts the farmhand, gnashing at his plug like fodder. Ripped and bleeding, the colt's flank lies open. "Aw hell," my father says, as he lies, benumbed, covered with dust, under a raw red dusting of sky.
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Sep 27, 2016
Sep 27, 2016 at 9:48 PM UTC
Breaking
.../;;( little Leroy __ his is a life that doesn't matter ) -- ( just like yours ) -- .//. The old cabin in the woods Along the dirt road Just past the ole gas station Where you can buy maps and old cigars )( The hard breezes The truth of life my friend Is that the rich man wants to **** you || The truth of life dear girl Is that the rich boy is gonna **** you And that we all will live in poverty •><><><• Lazy day In the alley way gangs assemble Just like kids did once in the park • ****** • The cabin in the woods // Hello Poetry // Freedom // Everybody grab want you need It's time to cut the ******** and come home X
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Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 10:23 PM UTC
Untitled