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fast food for the chess club
Contributed by
chrispywho
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Sunday, 25th January 2004 @ 03:16:31 AM in AEST
Topic:
AngryPoetry
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pack and get dressed, before my mother hears us. size me up, tip to top to low below mop top drop. dirty pop my hip back in to be squared. a tough old boot, the balding.
we all let you choke to death, hey, you took the first bite *****. you pathetic rebound twitch; I own you.
I will sit still, so you can memorize me.
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2004-01-25 03:16:31] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: fast food for the chess club
(User Rating: 1 ) by alecfernadez on
Sunday, 25th January 2004 @ 08:31:34 AM AEST (User
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this shows your anger well, however it might have been better to in-corporate it in a format which is easier to read, and allows more flow into it. But it shows the point your trying to make, or at least the anger you trying to show. |
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