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2rivers
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in this fantasy I have silver hair
it is not gold
it is really silver
it attracts mainly robins and breaks easily

I use the broken pieces to make space ships
they are much prettier than NASA or President Bush.
The European Space Agency is cute, but no cigar.

so, here I go to Luna and to other places not
described by President Bush in 2004

Las Vegas: great legs
Your anus: great legs just below or wherever
Hot surface of mother Sun: here we burn in hell paying for last journey
Cool surface of Mars: brief respite from Sun.

good bye
pip pip

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Maria2394Maria2394over 20 years ago
smiles

over miles and miles on return journey from...somewhere..you are so sublimely funny and yet you send a message...I understand, is that scary or what?? ;)

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