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Adonis of the Olympique Ice Ice Baby
Contributed by
kleetas
on
Wednesday, 10th February 2010 @ 04:56:30 PM in AEST
Topic:
abstract
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Didja ever wonder bout your life
In this kewl space in time
Didja ever figuire I'm the one
Whose chackra Rage sublime
So what about the solid mass
So physical your fate
Just when you grasp the handles firm
It melts apon your plate
So what say you of Aliens
The black ones and the greys
Do they smite or kiss your life
And grant you lofty praise
Confusing concepts come and go
Their manifesting dim
Will you answer Masters' call
Your chances seem so slim
So come to me my little child
And jump on Daddys' lap
I'll tell you stories of moonbeams glories
The ancient art of Rap
Onward Getzlaf ,and Perry too
Those Northern Boys will show who's who
Knock Ovechkin on his ass when Golden Dreams forever last!
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kleetas
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2010-02-10 16:56:30] (Date/Time posted on
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