Oh well Tim
You didn't win
Despite the din
your toothy grin
and mother's gin
You always fail
To raise your game
You get all lame
And start to flail
As evening comes
And skies grow dim
Good night, Tim.
Oh well...
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113 posts? what's the matter with you?
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I just like me too much.randdebiel² wrote:113 posts? what's the matter with you?
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toothy grin
wanker maybe. tennis what's the point
wanker maybe. tennis what's the point
Goths have feelings too