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laupäev, aprill 08, 2006
Mesilase põlved
Keep yer eyes in the sky, boy Yer whispers like black cats in the night Yer pain 'n' wonder, clichéd Yer growin' internal structures - tales ripe as wine drenched heartfiber jus' growin' growin' entwinin' sticky into thread runnin' alongside 'n' twistedlike 'round yer cordial branches of red juice, yer fleshpulp:
It's the bee's knees.
It's the bee's knees.
posted by tndplk # 2:16 AM 
