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When I get home, after a hard day of work.
The strings are tight still enought to ask my woman for a cup of coffe?
I don find the place for the hunted meat anymore.
Is just another beat
Might just another place.
We are all living toguether now,.
There is no need to worry.
All are friends..
Everybody is happy.
Just the final questions is flowing.
I might be remenbered?
Just dosent k knwo...
If I know anything..
The answer is here and now.
Lets all celebrate life.
now.
The answer is 17
No, It's 42 you moron!Quote:
Originally Posted by eejit101
sounds like a poem me thinks
i think thats called putting life into prospective with witty verse
Any time is time to learn.
Being around looking inside.
There have always being another place.
That I can find.
My self.
Being.
I need your friendship
Here.
Now.
Forever.
its 2! I thought it was just a poem personally.
so here it is so it is
i guess im gonna do this
where its been
untill there will be bow it was agian
It shounds alittle like that just unorganized thoughts of comfort
and reutin or someting an old man would grype about. Maybe even a chuckckle of some sort.
sounds like my grandfather talking to himself to me