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[aid] => mick
[title] => Lion King
[time] => 2005-06-02 22:11:13
[hometext] => SIMBAAAAAA!!!111seven
[bodytext] => Times and Times We provoke ourselves. Every rhyme, it shows our hells. The bare skins of twenty bodies. Lick them up, And grins are shoddy. But the pile of bones, is smiling too wide, and the girls who moan, are in my pride. Call me King of Beasts, I'll rip you apart. Bow to me, slave boy, Don't follow your heart. Let you become Queen, and clean the maid's chambers. You are so worthless, that you cannot tame us. It's the Time of the Year, Where we all lead the hunt, Follow me, and hear, While the screams are still blunt. To look too closely, You'll find things that aren't there. To see what I'm saying, Means you didn't use your ear. Let's crawl in our Lion Den, and kiss 'til you yell. Let's all take you slowly, Until the morning rings its bell. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 165 [topic] => 13 [informant] => AssassinatorGirl [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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