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the small matter of a white screen at midnight
the small matter of a white screen at midnight
the mocking cursor blinks upon the screen
and my flagging muse sinks
still unable to find links
and then little englyn winks
Thursday 29th May 2014 10:52 pm
Children Of The Glamned
Children Of The Glamned
preying on the teenage Kohl eyed panda
tinfoil fumbling back stage
now fear her mature rampage
finding strength in her dotage
Wednesday 9th April 2014 7:49 pm
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