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Array ( [sid] => 70570 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Make A Sudden Whimper [time] => 2004-11-07 22:23:20 [hometext] => Temper, temper... [bodytext] => Make me out
For another doubt

I'm not done, no, not yet
I've still got some debts

There is a tree with a tunnel
Underneath its trunk
If you go there the sun will
Shrink away
And your pocket watch will have shrunk

Gobs of gooey sugar blobs
They don't eat out at the fast food places
They just take it to the hip street races
I think they might want to reconsider
All things concerning the outward appearance
'Cause inside
They might hide
A new sorta carnival ride
Where we can all decide
How to live our lives

Temper, temper
Never let the widow goose
Make a sudden whimper
Make a sudden whimper
Are you a startled limper?
Are you a limpin' gymp?
Can you dust off the Saharra Desert gems? [comments] => 4 [counter] => 174 [topic] => 49 [informant] => Lee [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => mystical )
Make A Sudden Whimper

Contributed by Lee on Sunday, 7th November 2004 @ 10:23:20 PM in AEST
Topic: mystical



Make me out
For another doubt

I'm not done, no, not yet
I've still got some debts

There is a tree with a tunnel
Underneath its trunk
If you go there the sun will
Shrink away
And your pocket watch will have shrunk

Gobs of gooey sugar blobs
They don't eat out at the fast food places
They just take it to the hip street races
I think they might want to reconsider
All things concerning the outward appearance
'Cause inside
They might hide
A new sorta carnival ride
Where we can all decide
How to live our lives

Temper, temper
Never let the widow goose
Make a sudden whimper
Make a sudden whimper
Are you a startled limper?
Are you a limpin' gymp?
Can you dust off the Saharra Desert gems?




Copyright © Lee ... [ 2004-11-07 22:23:20]
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Re: Make A Sudden Whimper (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Monday, 8th November 2004 @ 04:02:39 AM AEST
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Well now gotta say this is a mezmerizing write.
It jus reachese out and grab ya.
U got back read it again-n-say humm.
next thing ya know ur getting into the groove somehow?
What are the Saharra Desert gems?
Jus courious me.
luv, huggs, smiles,
emy


Re: Make A Sudden Whimper (User Rating: 1 )
by Kalika on Sunday, 9th January 2005 @ 02:18:28 PM AEST
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This was very intrigueing, makes me wonder what inspired it.

Kali


Re: Make A Sudden Whimper (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 9th January 2005 @ 08:03:36 PM AEST
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It's interesting. I'd like the know what inspired it as well. Cheers!


Re: Make A Sudden Whimper (User Rating: 1 )
by doodley_5 on Friday, 14th January 2005 @ 08:27:53 PM AEST
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very good write




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