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wrestling
Contributed by
steamsaint
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Thursday, 17th July 2003 @ 07:05:00 AM in AEST
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Lifepoems
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hey team lets go take our stackers
and then run four miles at 1 in the morning
then we can starve ourselves
and then maybe we can jog in garbage bages
we'll shed that weight together and well die together
we give it all for one thing
the funnist thing to us
we'll shoot double legs, single legs, and hell we'll even run legs
you see that 215 ill tear through him like a fat boy on some potato chips
then ill go home and eat nothing
and then when i sleep i wont dream of food ill dream of wrestling
and when i wake ill get my starved ass up and run some more and when u think im about to give up ill get u on your back and pin u
so just remember ill rip my heart out before i give up
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Re: wrestling
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by norm on
Thursday, 17th July 2003 @ 10:49:22 AM AEST
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Your poem is clear..
you'll probably make it
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Re: wrestling
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by LOWMAN613 on
Thursday, 17th July 2003 @ 11:35:13 PM AEST
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My sons are big wrestling fans,
Not big to me but they never miss!
I wrote one for my son called My son & Stone Cold! Christina |
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