| Dílo #15374 |
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| Autor: | amnesiac |
| Datum publikace: | 10.04.2005 13:03 |
| Počet návštěv: | 1237 |
| Počet názorů: | 3 |
| Hodnocení: | 1 |
| That Sunday Afternoon |
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That Sunday Afternoon finally came out of the wall
and said [w/ a glitch]:
"Heya, got sumtin left 4 me?"
"S'almost done", I replied, scraping the last bits
off the bottom of the paper bag..
"Times didn't use to be like this", it said
"Right dude, u're right..."
The fox crosses the river and wets its tail.
No blame - since the pines are still as usual
(a bit ticklish on the needles, though...)
Perseverance furthens.
That Sunday Afternoon didn't take out the Sun for a date
- as would be usual
They're kinda on bad terms now, you know?
At least the wind was spreading my bubbles quite evenly
The bronze-hungry maids were waiting in vain.
Come back inside, you've got nothing on
- so mind your bleeding own, you two bob cunt!!
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| Epilog |
:: ryzovy vino jest Absinthus Asie.... ::
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Počet úprav: 2, naposledy upravil(a) 'amnesiac', 10.04.2005 13:05.
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