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| Topic: Sounds like [i]Ewne[/i] | |
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What you presume
To assume is a typhoon Lost in a lagoon Feet planted high noon Outside the new saloon Enhaling inner perfume From another womans womb On her inner walls tomb He writes in gloom Seeks to find a rare rune Forged in a sand dune Using his harpoon To pop her red balloon Wreathing around soon A monsoon seemlessly blooms Whithering empty prune Not waiting for a baby boom Like a wedding without a groom Married man consumes doom Tells mistress his wife rides broom With his wife in the next hotel room She hears and takes his car then zooms Feeling stuck in the middle like June Head howls out window full moon She cries aloud no not immune Off the road deep in cancun Parked next to a old pontoon Underneath a full, blue moon Mascara smears her tears maroon To bad this happened on her Honeymoon |
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What you presume To assume is a typhoon Lost in a lagoon Feet planted high noon Outside the new saloon Enhaling inner perfume From another womans womb On her inner walls tomb He writes in gloom Seeks to find a rare rune Forged in a sand dune Using his harpoon To pop her red balloon Wreathing around soon A monsoon seemlessly blooms Whithering empty prune Not waiting for a baby boom Like a wedding without a groom Married man consumes doom Tells mistress his wife rides broom With his wife in the next hotel room She hears and takes his car then zooms Feeling stuck in the middle like June Head howls out window full moon She cries aloud no not immune Off the road deep in cancun Parked next to a old pontoon Underneath a full, blue moon Mascara smears her tears maroon To bad this happened on her Honeymoon oh f*ck that bro! you're the indy-car driver and those walls are getting close to the driver's side without an air-bag on either side  well done! 
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Thank you Mirror Mirror
 and PoetMaster
What you presume To assume is a typhoon Lost in a lagoon Feet planted high noon Outside the new saloon Enhaling inner perfume From another womans womb On her inner walls tomb He writes in gloom Seeks to find a rare rune Forged in a sand dune Using his harpoon To pop her red balloon Wreathing around soon A monsoon seemlessly blooms Whithering empty prune Not waiting for a baby boom Like a wedding without a groom Married man consumes doom Tells mistress his wife rides broom With his wife in the next hotel room She hears and takes his car then zooms Feeling stuck in the middle like June Head howls out window full moon She cries aloud no not immune Off the road deep in cancun Parked next to a old pontoon Underneath a full, blue moon Mascara smears her tears maroon To bad this happened on her Honeymoon oh f*ck that bro! you're the indy-car driver and those walls are getting close to the driver's side without an air-bag on either side well done!
WOW MAN! That was awesome. I don't deserve such a grand compliment but I will accept it. 
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Amazing Jason
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one can only ask,
"Warum?" |
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Amazing Jason
ditto 
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