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Google translator?



This post has been edited by RickJamesBish: Nov 5, 2008 - 8:12 PM

I am long and hard.
People hold me in their hand and my tip is red.
Sometimes, I have to be twisted in order to work.
I come in various shapes and sizes.
What am I?

autumn rain, cold on my face,
the laughter of summer dying.
chill breeze dancing with leaves,
spring's eternal hope crying.
grey skies fill my eyes.
November days ever shorter.
November nights ever longer.

why does crap in your life randomly occur
in this huge world i begin to feel obscure
lost in a whirlpool of bad luck and no way to get free
swirling to the center where it seems to drown me
sh*t happens, thats some sound advice
but how do u get over it and not resent life
for feeding you sh*t on a plate and expect you to eat
or expect you to walk on glass with just your bare feet
fight fight fight and maybe you'll succeed
unless you are one to seccumb to greed
in which case you have just your own mouth to feed
and in this life.. history repeats.

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I digg this one. Damn it seems so true

An old man in a lodge within a park
the chamber walls depicted all around
with portraitures of huntsman, hawk, and hound
and the hurt deer. He listeneth to the lark
whose song comes with the sunshine through the dark
of painted glass and leaden lattice bound
he listeneth and he laugheth at the sound
then he writeth in a book like any clerk.

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An illegal alien?

Pencil, you dirty sumbitch.