Jul 28, 2005 00:35
come and tell me your fable mr.snail
is it of that of the sea?
where a man becomes a boy,
a son to a lad
and a mother is holdin' me.
so follow my call
and hold your dear heart
till it pump out the very last drop.
and with a wicked sneeze
you fall to the floor
and have your soul carried away with a breeze.
b.s
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call me ho!
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