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Eat my shorts

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  • 19-03-2006 3:00am
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    pisslips
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    The Hunt for truth

    In the leaves in the trees we reside
    we see all at once
    we meet and greet but cannot be moved
    we watch

    These consuming unliberated strangers
    the mornful funeral gabble
    Eyes bourne with indifference, uneasy numbness

    Working blind like bees
    Our song resonates until
    We Shake the bridge of truth
    Waddling limbs, strong stride
    the fruits will fall,drag me
    finger nails,puppy-dog tales and all
    The subtle fruits of truth.

    This is a bit of a possible poem but I'm fairly lazy.Perhaps it should just be deleted
    House Broken

    Why was I born to such madness, to bare such sadness
    where do I go for council when I am yet to seek
    eagerness of will,fondness of anything

    Humble me, satisfy
    Eye's shut,mouth dry
    Nothing new today
    When does one begin to die.


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