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11-02-2006, 11:50 AM
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the dead child
on the inside of the downs child layed a clown who could only frown.
His bicycle was bent, and his pocket money spent, but when he went to town everyone gathered around. Time in the centre square meant he was on show one more day, though he never cared, the towns folk still stared, untill he went away. Back home in bed, his mother pats his head, and he lays to wake for another torment 
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11-05-2006, 06:33 AM
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I m not going to rate this, simply because I don't think it is finished. But perhaps I've missed the point.
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Welcome to my world, bitch. I should warn you, princess... the first time tends to get a little... messy. You kids keep your noses clean you understand? You'll be hearing from me if you don't. We ain't gonna stand for any weirdness out here. "Words create lies. Pain can be trusted."
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11-07-2006, 03:19 AM
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Oh!, ok, then.
I've read it again. I was too pre-occupied with the clown, but I get it now. Poor soul. :(
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Welcome to my world, bitch. I should warn you, princess... the first time tends to get a little... messy. You kids keep your noses clean you understand? You'll be hearing from me if you don't. We ain't gonna stand for any weirdness out here. "Words create lies. Pain can be trusted."
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