my mate 2037 years old by Timespell

		Author Name: timespell	2 Comments
		Date Added: January 23, 2005 22:01:53	Average Score: (Needs 2)
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my mate 2037 years old

God and the Devil, is that reality,or part of my fantasy.when i wake up in the morningi will drink my cup of tea.I will go to work and fill so free,with the shit in this world.Is that fantasy or part of realitylisten to me god and you devil.who was it who won the medalwas it you or was it you,my clever young clever.so im going to go, did you know who im am my name is johnny wommble,i just want you to know. pick up your litter on the way home,underground over ground wombleing freethe wombles of wimbledon common are we.making the use of the things that we find.

Author's Notes:

it make sense to pick up rubbish...sigh""""

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	Comment By: Alison Storm Wolf on January 25, 2005 04:58:37 AM	Report
	well, you have lost me on this one my friend! lol Alison SW scratching her head with a paw Respond To This Comment

	Comment By: Alison Storm Wolf on January 25, 2005 04:58:04 AM	Report
	well, you have lost me on this one my friend! lol Alison SW scratchinh her head with a paw Respond To This Comment