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08-27-2002, 11:53 PM
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|  Poem: Black Powder my eyes shimmer as i look before me and catch the happiness of those about to die the sensation radiates from the room infecting all who appear for the show. because when the piano starts playing, and the horns start blaring and the smoke rises from the hot pavement on which we convene there is black powder.
__________________ I Wish For Peace Between The Races Someday We Shall All Be One Coming To The Surface There's Fire All Around But This Is An Illusion |
 
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08-28-2002, 12:18 AM
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|  please tell me what you think |
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09-06-2002, 12:41 AM
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| That works great. Snap shot of life...short, the sort of thing you can sit and read several times and summarise a whole range of different interpretations from.
__________________ If I were to throw a quarter for every time I wished to share my 2 cents, Emery would be jealous and Eddie Vedder would be in a coma. /\ /__\ || || A fat oz next time your in the UK to anyone who can work that one out. *HS That just had to **** up. |
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