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In the streets I see a dead man
His eyes are like the graveby Ich schreie schreie 17 lines, 5 comments, on Dec 6 8:07 PM 2008. In life, dereliction, rubbish, truth, realism, sucks to be you -
As I went along the way
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A Hiatus they call it
(tell me...is it "he-ate-us" orby Whoochi 17 lines, 15 comments, on Sep 3 12:56 PM 2007. In personal, thoughts, rubbish, My Stuff, WHOOs is it, contemporary, life, relationship -
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Would you live with me,
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Edna welcomes you with open arms to the wonderful world of clichés.by Edna Sweetlove 20 lines, 13 comments, on Aug 12 8:55 AM 2005. In Spiritual, Rubbish, Humour, Clichés
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A load of silly Wiccan bollox.
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The yob generation get criticised
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by Edna Sweetlove 21 lines, 12 comments, on Jul 10 5:44 PM 2005. In Beat, Adult, Spiritual, Rubbish, Teenage, Pop Culture
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The sad outporing of a lovelawn illieterat illiterit iliterate illinterate oh bugger it i give up
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An aberration from Edna.
There's no accounting for taste.
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