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SheShe, I see a blood red rose among a forest of thorns.She
She, There's a river of light it flows through darkness seas.
She, I read a poem so sweet, it lay in her womb.
She, First seen in a dream now I see she is real.
She, her eyes like welcoming windows into her thoughts.
Have you ever seen beauty on a Mid-winters day.
I know I have.
She The kind of beauty that glitters from the stars


Spiders demiseSpiders demiseSpiders demise
My body thrust up violently as I woke from that dream. That dream? I lay
Back down so as to try and remember but only small insignificant parts would come to me. Maybe I didn’t want to remember, what had happened? Maybe it had been to something I didn’t want to see or hear, maybe. I searched my subconscious wit renewed enthusiasm probing to find what it was hiding. I decided to try and get back to sleep, back to the dream. Why did I care so much as far as I knew it was just a dream? But I also knew I t was more than that something deeper was in that dream. It started coming back eventually as a dr


These Rainy DaysThese Rainy DaysThese Rainy Days
They sit and watch the clouds weep softly
Pools of tears rise at their feet
'neath leaf and branch is refuge taken
They share a kiss which lights the street
Her face is lit by new suns rays
But his time with her which makes him glow
With this they part for brighter days
For tommorow he knows his love will grow
PIZZE PIE PIZZA PIE PIZZA PIE
IT SMELLS OF THE SPOT!!!! THE WOMANS SPECIAL SPOT!!! ITS ODOUR IS VERY STRONG!!!!
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Marx was skint - but he had sense. Engels lent him the necessary pence
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-The kids....They call me Mr. Glass....
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Hand over the Duct tape and no one gets hurt!
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Marx was skint - but he had sense. Engels lent him the necessary pence
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