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stream of whatever #3
October 9th, 2004 01:39That night he led me down
To the fields of white
To the fields of green
To the fields where the
Tentacles grow
( It continues. )
And then they ate him.
Not part of the poem, but have a Bear Hello.
To the fields of white
To the fields of green
To the fields where the
Tentacles grow
( It continues. )
And then they ate him.
Not part of the poem, but have a Bear Hello.
