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02-10-2007, 07:14 AM | #1 (permalink) |
that's my war face.
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............Short.
This is probably where, I lose my independence
To a street savvy girl who appreciates the necklace I just bought her, she never noticed the price but no matter how little it set me back I still feel as nice There's a herd of sheep and they're running through town half of them with shirts off, the others with their trousers down and it's alright cos my eyes don't move from the *** butts on the ground and my muddy shoes |
02-10-2007, 09:11 AM | #3 (permalink) |
Scarf
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^ Never heard of people following the herd? Them being sheep just makes them one opinion less crowd. So the mainstream people you find in towns.
At least, that's what I'm guessing he means.
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02-10-2007, 09:33 AM | #4 (permalink) | |
Ban Captain Caveman
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It seemed to be written the way a prose would, you just used line breaks. The description was pretty hackneyed, particularly sheep. The independence/necklace rhyme was the only one worth keeping. The last line was absolutely terrible.
Sorry, but, this needs a lot of work.
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