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[sid] => 72311
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => NURSEY CUTS
[time] => 2004-11-19 17:59:50
[hometext] => I was bored one day and came up with these little rimes : )
[bodytext] => Blood dripping from my wrist upon the ground with great bliss. Cutting deeper watching it flow. Waiting to find a surprise inside. How many cuts will it take to get to the middle and find Hell's gates. People pass by with a blind's eye Never seeing the blood of fate. One, two, three, cuts there deep. No more living just death final Leap. Call 911 another dead one. Death is a game I play it all the time like Russian roulette One shot you're dead. Cut cut cut to my wrist. Cut cut cut to my wrist. Cut cut cut to my wrist. Cut to my wrist I'm bleeding. Let's play cut real deep. Razor had a little blade it's skin was full of blood everywhere the razor cut the blood came running free. Razor and blade ran up the arm Razor slid down and blood Came rushing after. The seven little cuts there was Cut, Cutting, Cutter, Slice, Slicing, Blood, and Bleeding. The razor jumped onto the wrist. Old razor had a arm e i e i o and on his arm he had some cuts e i e i o With a cut cut there and a cut cut here there a cut here a cut everywhere a cut cut old razor had a arm and bleeding was it game. BY DENNIS LEMMEN [comments] => 2 [counter] => 149 [topic] => 7 [informant] => lemmen [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 6 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => HumorPoetry )
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