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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2008 4:22 am
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2008 11:11 am
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2008 7:44 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 09, 2008 12:57 am
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Posted: Sun Nov 09, 2008 4:27 am
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Posted: Sun Nov 09, 2008 5:02 am
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Posted: Sun Nov 09, 2008 12:31 pm
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lorrik I can make the earth stop in its tracks. I made the blue cars go away. I can make myself invisible or small. I can become gigantic & reach the farthest things. I can change the course of nature. I can place myself anywhere in space or time. I can summon the dead. I can perceive events on other worlds, in my deepest inner mind, & in the minds of others. I can I am I just love this one and its written by Jim Morrison not by me.
I love Jim Morrison's stuff. I've got a book of his works.
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Posted: Sun Nov 09, 2008 2:57 pm
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pretty hate machine lorrik I can make the earth stop in its tracks. I made the blue cars go away. I can make myself invisible or small. I can become gigantic & reach the farthest things. I can change the course of nature. I can place myself anywhere in space or time. I can summon the dead. I can perceive events on other worlds, in my deepest inner mind, & in the minds of others. I can I am I just love this one and its written by Jim Morrison not by me. Quote: I love Jim Morrison's stuff. I've got a book of his works. Quote: really? I didnt know he had a book of writings. I just know that Ray Manzarek created a book about him. Would you be a sweetheart and tell me the name of that book.
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Posted: Sun Nov 09, 2008 5:18 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 13, 2008 5:03 am
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Posted: Sat Nov 15, 2008 10:16 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 15, 2008 11:43 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 15, 2008 11:52 pm
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Strapping Lad A poem I wrote for the soldiers. For the Soldiers Kris Arthur We all set up We fall in line Ready to go On the turn of a dime Arms at the ready Now is the time Pray to your gods boys Repent for your crimes Step by step We all line up We march down the line Like toy Soldiers. We do what they say Sprint right out Lay down our lives Worth less than toy soldiers. So when the time comes To make the choice And your stare at death Face to face. Remember what you fight for And why your family will pace A greater cause a greater place To raise your kids To have a home That's why your rub your trigger Tell the end of your finger is bone And if you make it out And get to come back Remember that some of us Try to stay on track. And do our job for this place A job like you have done Good luck and god speed I pray you come back alive son. *O* another gr8t poem!!
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Posted: Sun Nov 16, 2008 12:11 am
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