

A Cargo Of Gloomy Mena cargo of gloomy men and soldiers bound for cherry pits and ribald turning leaves scarlet in the falling autumn revolutions wagons of soot charming officers stop for the loo untuned banjos to echo twanging heartstrings (vibrations caused by severe long darks not misery missing me notions of the romantics) in this legion we stroll with unshaven bulging calves give lip to the conquered idols of RomeA Cargo Of Gloomy Men
a wallowing yawning titter of consent, finally! we can commence with our torturous romance the straight backed close cut cunning killer in his tie and maroon chester bub
you should post some of <your> stuff. i wanna see somethign you've done.
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Shwiing@hotmail.com
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Shwiing@hotmail.com
and that thing, "time heals all" well, it's true.
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