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(Poem by ViennaCC)
Sunday was a day of power
Since in this life there is no safe bet
Life is like a big sausage, full of flowers.
the moon has risen over tibet
Sunday wrestlers marched in the street
Cause after the beating they all have to wear wigs.
I slowly licked the bottom of her rosy feet
you drink like you have a hollow lig.
Another beer, another bar
mommy doesn't buy it, but dad says hes gay
that there was some mosquito in his ear
in which the patina and penumbra play