Emergency! Call The Ambulance! Light This Place On Fire...

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By Tim Pozzi

illicit the stolen goods, they somehow seem to keep your solution in hand, follies withstanding the temptation to act like warning signs. positive, you're positive things couldn't get much better, or much worse; depending on the weather and which way you'll bend to keep it all together today. you had to be thinking something... had to be preaching the wrong medicine thoughts like treasures that should be coming true. illustrious sentences brought out so the sun could spell their subtlety.

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March 21, 2008 00:34~Stay_Beautiful~20104

WoW!!! You have a PHENOMENAL vocabulary! Such an amazing way with words!! This is a GREAT poem!