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Sat, Nov. 26th, 2005, 11:05 am
jikuusaber: Cantow I

Ah the sweet bliss of wine
how it takeseth me from my
sad and sordid lifeth

Bowels of woe consumeths me
If only you knewth my pain
The pain of one so down-

trodden... what swirlings
Does the water closet
Sing?

Horses trod upon my tiny
manhood
Forsootheth, hooves of
flaming pederasty

Ostensibly whom canth sayeth?
The thorn ith my friend
Ath he hath giventh me
Newth Lifeth