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Post by Terryifingtuna on Nov 16, 2006 15:38:36 GMT -5
is kind of rubish dosn't relly have a finsh but o well homeless Sitting down under the dreadful dirty, muddy pavement. The cold bite of frost attacks you constantly. The horribly diseased mice and the filthy dogs cuddle up with me. My hat searches round hungry, thirsty. People walk by thinking of me as an orphan. The darkness of the grim night throws evil shades at me. However, some angel came over, her eyes like dazzling diamonds her hair like a beautifully sewed blanket with a golden shine. She put £10 in my hat and flew away. Now time to sleep a peaceful place. But it is not the trees are demons, the animals I like pack of lions hunting you down.
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