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The Disco
Contributed by
screwge
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Thursday, 9th July 2009 @ 09:20:04 AM in AEST
Topic:
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The disco
Foreseen on its spindle
Bats for an epoch;
Rave, rave
By the touchstone.
A sessile thrombus
Hangs like a blunderbuss
In the bat cave,
Gabardines on the prone
Men to devil horns;
Rave, rave
On the scabrous floor
Until cantilevers are needed
To squeeze.
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2009-07-09 09:20:04] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: The Disco
(User Rating: 1 ) by dirk-velvet on
Thursday, 30th July 2009 @ 07:06:24 AM AEST (User
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I Fell... and then I crawled to the Specimen at
The Bat Cave. A cacophony of content.
At that time ... ... ... At that time ... ... ...
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