I don't suppose you've all noticed the lamenting crock of poetry my mind has coined, but just as well, I'm sure you've got some sort of winsome conscious that helps in the process of smashing the life from my self esteem, and ignoring my muttered maledictions with a rather naive sense of ignorance.
Thank you dearly.
11/07/2005
I Don't Suppose
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