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Last night grew out of candela’s frazzled hairs... many swift feet dancing their nightly prayers...
Dancing down the stairs... candela’s frazzled hairs having affairs
My eyes schlepped.
.......................but candela’s frazzled hairs, said their prayers and had affairs...
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- Pizzicato Hana
- i saw you flailing in the wind. white like the roach that once came out of my basin. je t'aime, moi non plus. iwanu ga hana. not speaking is the flower.
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5 comments:
junemoonsoondune
youarealoongoontoonbaboon
betterbetter i rhyme better than you! and make more sense too
pooh!
/du du du////
horrible rhymes yes
affairs hairs prayers
moon june soon i think were that whatshername she also sang during independence?
i wish schlep could form a schleeping.
i do not understand this schlep forming schleeping bit.
explain it? only if it does not take away the fun of it..
kaun hai be tu anonymous?
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