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Dec 27, 2005 at 9:44pm
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With the lights all a glitter amongst all the flitter and the spirits now freely aflow. And gaiety abounds with the ringing of sounds as voices in laughter do glow. And there in the corner is ole Jackie Horner sloshing and spilling his gin, And says Old big Bob, "Boy what a slob" as he wipes away whiskey from chin. And the night is a wonder with ssslurring and blunder while the clink of glasses does ring. And all out of tune, like a wheezie baboon we all begin to sing. as always, wordsy. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** "a thin trail of whispers across a wandering mind faint flashes of fantasy that I often find merely jaded shadows of who I used to be they fill with words, my pages for all the world to see" ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only **
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