Saturday, March 3, 2012
Thursday, January 19, 2012
INSANE POEM.
hot stuffs in the sack
luk into it u wont be able to tak it back
it aint luk wack
cos its in packs
datz d little ican say about d fact,
d sack is in ma hand firmly intact
until came suddenly a robbery act,
the most painful part................................
to be continued.
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