Oct 01, 2005 20:06
Steve's Poetry Corner:
Teeth in my pie
Teeth in my eye
Pigs fly at night
Dogs bark for spite
Flush the toilet
Turn around and spit
Pot in the bowl
Don't pay the toll
Kill the serpent
Eat your pocket lint
The night is young
Do you smell bung?
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i feel something.
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nice one steve
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