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Time is a currency, that you can only spendIt’s not for sale, to borrow, or to lendWe waste it freely, everydayIt seems so plentiful, but we wil..
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resurrected from the ash heap
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old poem I thought id try again
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you may have seen this before not sure if i posted it
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an old poem I ran across
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Love stinks! Love hurts, get over it , pick yourself up, and fake it the rest of your life.
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She had mirrors for eyes,
Racetracks for hips.
Had the skin off my back,
under her fingertips.
She was an ice cube, melting
On a tropical beach..
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Never was the oldest
Always came next.
Never did well in school,
Always does what you'd expect.
Always Never skipped school,
But never did.
A..
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The reference to Valium and getting stitches, Every time I've ever taken it, I have a scar on my body. The stuff is a little too good for me.
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Im having so much fun here,that its hard to leave.Im smiling right beside you,but please stop calling me/div>Point your crooked little finger,even fli..
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