Swing Your PartnerArchie, Archie, where’s the fire? It’s gone to fuel The Mother on her funeral pyre. Smashing pumpkins! You’re dicing lead! Your lover’s dumb puppet got a slice to the head. Now he bleeds in the corner and his lights are all red. Oh, Mother, oh, Mother, arise from your bed, Entreat me your Bark; The Bark is your bed. Oh, Mother, oh, Mother, unlatch his sweet head. Master mumbler, unlock your box. The yoshes in Kingston are ribling their cocks. “Masterful Mandibles!” cursed the man at the zoo, "A ticket’s not funny when the joke is on you"Swing Your Partner
Found ItFind blinding, brightening light shine Dynamite, that's right, sprite, the right time Shout down the sound that surrounds Downtown they found a round pound of sound groundFound It
Author UnknownMother's chosen words below weren't always wrapped in velvet cloth. Most of mother's worldly woes came from an effervescent sloth. The underground clandestine show with violent light and vengeance wroth. Was marked by ever-changing glow whose glaring gleam attracts the moth.Author Unknown
Please keep things up! I want to see your name in future texts!
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Love is not my playing field. It's my mine field.
And don't expect my work to be posted nearly as frequently as your own. Still, thank you for the praise. It's nice to have comments from unbiased folk. (Family and friends have a tendency to bend truths, but that's the last thing I want.) If you don't mind, though, I have one favor to ask of you: Be honest when critiquing. How am I supposed to surpass you without knowing my flaws? ;] I'll promise to do the same, of course. Thank you again for the wonderful words!
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Love is not my playing field. It's my mine field.
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