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Post by Prometheus on Aug 17, 2003 22:22:38 GMT -5
Lying here next to you Content with everything I feel the sunlight shining through I love the peace you bring.
Your breath on my back reminds me youre near when youre gone I will track Every strand of hair.
Each another memory of a moment You were near Each one special to me and now I wish you were here.
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Post by Prometheus on Aug 17, 2003 22:23:17 GMT -5
Thought Id get the Poetry going, No offence to Money
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Post by ZBoxDemon on Aug 17, 2003 23:17:58 GMT -5
So what does this have to do with the measurement known as the inch ? Sorry, I am horrible at interpreting poetry.
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Post by Prometheus on Aug 18, 2003 22:44:14 GMT -5
Thats how far away my Lady was when I wrote it.
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Post by Kakkaraun on Aug 19, 2003 6:00:58 GMT -5
Oh, I thought...you were...uhm...kind of...insulting yourself or something...
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Post by MB on Aug 23, 2003 20:24:05 GMT -5
I thought it might be because the poem had three parts to it, and they might have been an inch each to him. The penis refrence crossed my mind, though
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Post by D°©tª·D [DD] on Aug 25, 2003 11:38:49 GMT -5
Daily, I look down Look down in disgust With eyes down I must frown At the absense of lust
He won't go any longer He won't improve himself Maybe my mind must grow fonder Before he hits the twelfth
Only three inches long It saddens me so My poor little schlong Never will grow...
Sorry
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