Put it to music. It'd be a great song. nt

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Posted by pixies chick at 1cust145.tnt2.minneapolis3.mn.da.uu.net on May 03, 2002 at 09:22:42:

In Reply to: Poem posted by BuddyChrist on May 03, 2002 at 02:49:02:

: My mind blurs with quick thoughts of things,
: false regrets and claddagh rings,
: Lies become memory where the truth is unkind,
: Do unto others; look both ways; please rewind.
: Why do I care
: and what about?
: If I had enough time could you figure me out?
: But you already did,
: that point is moot.
: I ain't no little kid, mama, 1-2-3 shoot.
: Paper, Rock and Scissors are my Holy Trinity.
: I blamed you for everything and it all got pinned on me.
: Theoretically you were rubber,
: and I guess I was glue.
: Least that would explain why I'm still stuck on you.
: You can say, "Whatever.",
: Exhale and roll your eyes,
: but everytime that bell tolls another angel dies.
: Used to be 10,000 on the head of this pin
: that you stuck into the heart of my voodoo doll twin.
: You fucked with me,
: It stuck with me and I've got nothing left to say,
: besides I was raised to hold my tongue
: if It wasn't nice anyway.
: Everything felt so right,
: So it must have been wrong,
: I can make it through tonight
: because I'm glad that you're gone.
: So piss off.

: BC

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