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By Bob Submitted by BlueDenim Date: 2001 Dec 02 Comment on this Work [[2001.12.02.04.19.29480]] |
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He screams like no other. When he screams it's like A million little whispers Crawling up my spine and To my equilibrium. It knocks me off my feet, Comes back and hits me In my Graffenburg and I die that little death. |