Golden Mondays #20

Posted: January 17, 2011 in Word
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Tired. Sleep. Now.

When I get atcha, the situation tenses
Fatality before you ever reach your senses
Got so-called writers, crashing into brick fences
like my name was Al Fayed so you die, like that white princess.

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