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Friday The 13th
written by winterdragon131303:37 PM 4/7/05Jashon would know this date very well,
This is his birthday; heres how I'm going to tell.
His mother had killed him when he was just born,
After all that she was sorned.
She moved away when this was done,
That's the last time she looks under the sun.
But here's a catch of jashon sorrows,
Tihs is what I'll tell you and it won't be tomorrow.
When he was little he went to a camp,
And that is why he got this cramp.
The kids were picking on him and no one would help,
And that is why he is drowing in a sea of kelp. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by winterdragon1313 (4-18-2005 - 02:14 PM)
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