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St. Anthony of Mistakes
Friday, May 20, 2011
Goddess of what ever was left
Each of them had a talent
how could one compare
only to do what
they didnt
post modern verse
Each
had
their
talent
You can
then
compare
how
Just
what to
do
They
are
the
didnt
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The way in which she looked at their eyes
Thats always there problem
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The first one hit is the first one down
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Nothing does not have its simple purpose
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