the crowd was raising the roof
as if they are all going on the tiles
everybody's a qeer fish
as if it is a grandiloquent bombastic event
love was in the air now just a rotten jag
expurgate purge bowlderizing everything
only brakis whiskey to drink
then what the evil sees, yes
then what the evil sees from the mast
an angel in white snow
with sodden mist surrounding her breasts
so blithe so cheerful so dense
the eyes are down lashes cover her glistering white world
so pure so pristine so humble so bonhomie
so stiff so shy so adroit a clever mischief
everyone around her like moths to the flame
handeled with kidgloves
whosoever talking feeling over the moon
oh! angel the evil wants to speak
oh!sweet the wrath wants to die
oh! goddess the vamp wants to love
oh! love the insane wants to broggadico
the evil feels sorry feels callow in his
evil also have heart beats for the angel
oh! angel oh! love oh!god
turn the evil to the man
evil having fierce pain
blood turning blue love is afflicted
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Wednesday, February 10, 2010
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wow .. i never knew you were such a good poet.
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