- roses=red wile death= black u smell like a old person so get away from me or face death today or u can just leave and ill just have him run u over with a 4x4 and u will be the coloer black that might end up in a ditch.
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- | Submitted on 12/30/2008 |
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- Title: roses and death
- Artist: im a wild wolf
- Description: is a poem i made up it took me like 15min to make i hope u like it its about the coloer red and black
- Date: 12/30/2008
- Tags: roses death
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- Daniel Chambers - 12/30/2008
- That's Slaughter Dude. That's Not Even A Poem.
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