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Sunday, November 13, 2005

Dreama II

Small hands, small feet Rhymes make me sleepy Rhythms run to beat Deep in the south my friends are all white slow are the passions that black fires ignite Tainted tongues talking trash All iterative idiocy White trailer park boys bent both ways on their forked path fly in the face of the truth Silly... Sign in to see full entry.

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