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Old 06-09-2005, 05:48 PM   #17
Queen Bee
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Default Re: 444trumpets Thread

A dormite skill supplys the last will
My testement and plee I turn to thee
A helpless feelin' surrendered to sanity
A verbal connection for the phyical pleasurment
A deaf tone, loss of skin tone, life drones-
It's on and on life's cycle must compelte
The helpless mistress denies alligations of endagerment
The breed of me will forever be
Traped in my ways there's no other solution
My new resolution save all those dying from polution
What good I'll be can't wait for them to see
The me I've know through hours of cold
Warmed through the sun's inner grace
The longing of his face is all I await
The trumpets never cease to blow
In that direction of the guiding glow
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