Sunday, June 14, 2009

xo

A dulcimated Kiss is blown, conversations whisper on, and talk of saving whilst protecting
all the kids at home. I hear their eating garbage cakes, I'll never stop till sad's erased from
webster's dictionary page, think of all the cripples days, as bills are paid, hands are shakin'
art discussed by mantle place, songs are sung to save some places, signs are made to protest hate.
Overwhelming damage rate, the nicotine and candle flame, and plans are laid by restaurateur to
up security.

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