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Post by Harleyangele on Mar 9, 2003 10:32:02 GMT -5
I am feeling so desperately alone now, they cut the telephone, my life is just a complete mess.
I threw it all away now I could have made a fortune, I lost the craving for success.
And as the acrobats they tumble, so the corn begins to crumble. While in the mirror, she admires a brand new dress.
So much for liberation, I definitely have been under too much stress, and as the clouds begin to rumble, so the juggler makes his fumble.
And the sun upon my wall is getting less. I do not give a darn, fight while you can. Kill, shoot them up, they will run amuck.
Shout, loud they will hear us. Soldiers, sailors, who is your tailor? They will all run for cover when they discover.
Everyone is a nervous wreck now.
I used to think that she was so nimble. Would have bought her a symbol. But now I can not afford to but the pen to even sign her checks, do not give a darn. Life is just a bummer, they got your number. We will give as good as you get now.
Rise from the gutter, stick with each other, We will drive them over the edge. They are going to bleed, that is what they need.
We will all get together and blow their cover. We are definitely ready. Yes we are so ready.
Let us Do It.
Angel
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Post by Maryann22 on Mar 9, 2003 21:03:25 GMT -5
i liked it. nice work
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Post by engarde on Mar 10, 2003 5:55:27 GMT -5
I like the tone, really "felt" nervous wrecked
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