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I was gonna say Tom Ashworth but nobody knows who the hell that is so...
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Er...Guy's=Marines Gun's=AK47's pwn bitches=Kick their fucking ass.
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06-03-2006, 10:41 AM
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Snow falling and night falling fast, oh fast In a field I looked into going past, And the ground almost covered smooth in snow, But a few weeds and stubble showing last. The woods around it have it--it is theirs. All the animals are smothered in their lairs. I am too absent-spirited to count; The loneliness incluces me unawares. And lonely as it is, that loneliness Will be more lonely ere it will be less-- A blanker whiteness of benighted snow With no expression, nothing to express. They cannot scare me with their empty spaces Between stars--on stars where no human race is. I have it in me so much nearer home To scare myself with my own desert places. Desert Places--Robert Frost
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06-03-2006, 10:42 AM
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06-03-2006, 10:43 AM
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country roads on a lazy sunday afternoon
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Snow falling and night falling fast, oh fast In a field I looked into going past, And the ground almost covered smooth in snow, But a few weeds and stubble showing last. The woods around it have it--it is theirs. All the animals are smothered in their lairs. I am too absent-spirited to count; The loneliness incluces me unawares. And lonely as it is, that loneliness Will be more lonely ere it will be less-- A blanker whiteness of benighted snow With no expression, nothing to express. They cannot scare me with their empty spaces Between stars--on stars where no human race is. I have it in me so much nearer home To scare myself with my own desert places. Desert Places--Robert Frost
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06-03-2006, 10:47 AM
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