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Tuesday, October 23, 2007

Dreadful...

Mak nae toom ruse.
Without understanding,
my two feet've been lost
to my large appetite.
Oh, what will be the cost?
Spoken without one sight;
I'm left without landing.
Mak nae toom ruse!
Posted by Anonymous at 12:22 AM

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