Tina's rhythmic poems: Blinded Race

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Friday, October 31, 2008

Blinded Race

A giggle came a calling and leapt onto my face, Bubbling out my cheeks as the message found its place. How bizarre we are as creatures with importance so misplaced. Yet strut around like masters of this splended blinded race. Sign in to see full entry.

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