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Soup kicking
Contributed by
Damon_Maynard
on
Friday, 6th December 2002 @ 08:30:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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Lifting mail over iron task then pending south bound target,
Sold myself some old KFC on the black black market.
I canoe my way out of this thickened toil upon a wooden leg,
Lay down special days newspaper for the peaceful blitzkrieg.
Roll me a nougat strong clam towel to let me clarify,
I post you over a sonnet and wave some clever bees bye bye.
Count to plaque halved twice shy but eight times bitten,
Save your fuel to save your shirts and ride a foolproof kitten.
Cattle grid and handed canine soul where centre’s visualized,
And I’m scared of tents with tentacles and so I’m immunised.
Wow this windy cellophane is becoming more intense,
Mesh pancakes front up clean with no out of pocket expense.
Welterweight joyride say ex chicken feed ex chicken fed,
Pressurise turn on hot taps and fill me up the clown head.
Clip a lose resident for toes sake chew your food,
Throw me two noose coops and big deal man five shoes.
Step over the loop my better design is the flatter pattern,
Don’t dare rent none apple gauze pass me the cereal baton.
Firework flat rock benefit and let the flap goose free,
So knock and knock stop with the throwing bookshelves at me.
A fish eyed bent retail some tunnel vision commencement,
Hot plates choose to dance with some shiny rock embezzlement.
Flood lighting poles a rainy rant it floated very near,
The chanting baited home spray pack is simply powder coated here.
Cannibalise rhetoric flames hair parted at the nest,
Ask and plead some jelly mould, talent sharks compress.
Scripted tasks come back around proud to be unlocked,
Simulcast a dental past that helps the seals slide off.
Burnt toast distortion with a cocktail of scary prism ions,
My mild dustpan pants prepare a well of screaming bygones.
Caterpillar carpet time lets loose randomness in varnish,
Nail biting camp sells rhinoceros free terror garnish.
Pickled building a plenty plenty down beat self made plaster,
Wire fence brigades more than once a fold up temperate master.
Bowl around chime today spear some psychotic seven waste,
Heaviest tea bags ever out and laugh with hammer glaze.
Somebody please unleash the treat beast and concur the cost,
Garage block and selfish crock horse rendered with the crusts off.
I’ll bet nine of my own cents that you can’t swallow a twisty sun,
As I pour more bleach into my brain you should be glad that I am done.
Copyright ©
Damon_Maynard
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2002-12-06 08:30:00]
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Re: Soup kicking
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by Daniel on
Friday, 6th December 2002 @ 01:00:48 PM AEST
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| the more i read into, the more i see the creative pool of ideas that you have... and yur on the deep end. teels like i'm still wading around here. good write, despite the repost nagging thought. keep on at it man. kudos! ;0) -daniel |
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