the bottom of the glass seems to be broken
but so does my enemy with one more token
slash, kick and parry it’s easily assuming hard
only touch one button and gain a new card
fantasies aren’t always final at the very end
instead you get sequels, a brand new bend
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June 8, 2008 at 7:29 am
Heh, amusing.