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One Little Two Little Three Little Indians Four Little Five Little Six
Contributed by
Mangos
on
Thursday, 9th February 2006 @ 12:59:11 PM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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I sense greatness brewing
Braveness looming
Can’t take this
It keeps me moving
Compensate
And no one looses
I sense urgency
In the words you are saying
An emergency
Imminent
And so you are praying
Irreversible pigment
And so you are enslaving
Vernacular misprint
Words come out spitting
I sense change
And so I am applying
My every effort
Into complying
With exact directions
Written on the box
With precise applications
As to not miss a spot
And with age
My face begins to rot
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Copyright ©
Mangos
... [
2006-02-09 12:59:11] (Date/Time posted on
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