

poema man with three eyes walked into a barpoem
he had a pretty nice car but he had an odor of a dead carcus
his name was marcus
he was from arizona he use to live in verona
the hair on his head was gone
i think he use to mow my lawn


4 White Wallsinside this four walled room a door a window nothing more4 White Walls
nothing less blank white
is the color the floor with nothing on it
kept clean since he left waiting for his return
which wont be because he
has returned to his
resting place where he lies an wait to
rest in peace
| ʁµ55][Д И |
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"He who sings scares away his woes."
"Music is what feelings sound like."
"Music's the medicine of the mind."
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ʁµ55][Д И
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"He who sings scares away his woes."
"Music is what feelings sound like."
"Music's the medicine of the mind."
--
ʁµ55][Д И
--
"He who sings scares away his woes."
"Music is what feelings sound like."
"Music's the medicine of the mind."
--
"He who sings scares away his woes."
"Music is what feelings sound like."
"Music's the medicine of the mind."
--
ʁµ55][Д И
--
"He who sings scares away his woes."
"Music is what feelings sound like."
"Music's the medicine of the mind."
--
ʁµ55][Д И
--
"He who sings scares away his woes."
"Music is what feelings sound like."
"Music's the medicine of the mind."
--
"He who sings scares away his woes."
"Music is what feelings sound like."
"Music's the medicine of the mind."
--
ʁµ55][Д И
--
"He who sings scares away his woes."
"Music is what feelings sound like."
"Music's the medicine of the mind."
--
ʁµ55][Д И
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Be different like everyone else
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ʁµ55][Д И
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Be different like everyone else
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ʁµ55][Д И
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Be different like everyone else
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