Big Guns and Motorbikes

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By Hope in A Bottle

When I was young, And needed fun, I’d go watch the T.V. And thee he’d come, With his big machine gun Big Old’ Arnie. Whether Cyborg, Cop or Army man. You knew he was the same guy. You knew that he’d eventually come up tops. And all the baddies would die. He’s fought in the jungle, in the future too And ancient barbaric lands. He’s fought an alien, Satan, Terrorists. And a liquid metal man. Out of all the other Action Heros He's number 1 and that's a fact. He's gone off into politics, But hopefull He'll Be Back!

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November 30, 2005 19:25My_pain_your_thrill

Lol!! xxxx

November 30, 2005 20:17Hope in A Bottle

Lot On Your Nife!!!! :D XXXXxxXXXxxXXX