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Post by The Truth on Apr 7, 2005 3:22:11 GMT 10
Tick Tock.
The time is wearing down.
Getting closer.
Not forgotten.
Never forgetting.
Soon it can begin.
So soon.
I can taste it.
Smell it.
Hear it.
Feel it.
It has become me.
And it will undo you.
I will never forget.
Nor will I regret.
Tick Tock.
Tick Tock.
Tick Tock.
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Post by Guy Martin on Apr 18, 2005 14:44:50 GMT 10
is anyone sick of this guy? this poem was great before it was posted over an over.
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