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MERCURY Member
since 2003-04-16
Posts 190Ireland |
Save me from my fate, For I have foreseen my end. My body shivers with fear, My final ride indicates a descend. Memories gather and jostle for places, A vain exercise though. For only one thought is running on film, Why did I pick up that hitch-hiking psycho? |
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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
Save me from my fate, But we’ve already set the date For I have foreseen my end. then you know the time to spend My body shivers with fear, it happens when the reaper’s near My final ride indicates a descend. there is no reason to pretend Memories gather and jostle for places, with a quick flash of old friends faces A vain exercise though. well the first time it went slow For only one thought is running on film, is it really him Why did I pick up that hitch-hiking psycho? t’is destiny you know Gloom hope you don't mind me filling in the lines |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
MERCURY Interesting write, enjoyed. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
kinda spooky... I never pick up hitch-hikers |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
well...there was that one time I picked a guy up and we talked about so much interesting stuff...I ended up taking him all the way to New Orleans and we had coffee at an outdoor cafe on a street I can't remember now...but his name was Greg... maybe it was Canal or Royal? anyhow... a great experience. |
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