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12 beats upon the Rythmn
in a rope-a-dope style
erstwhile child of God Lyrical Miracle Mile
Eyes of mine see Horizons
witnessed Like a Jehovahs Witness
sitting in a pew made for movement
Doing Gods work behind the wheel
steel radial player tho'
make you look at collar rank
By Sirens Song
I am looking for a co-author on a story that has been plaguing me for quite some time, but I am unable to give it justice. Anyone with writing talents who would like to help please read inside for more information.
By Timothy Paschall
It feels like a sad mardi-gras
The world's most famous supermodel. She has it all. Beauty, money, fame.
He's an oversexed and over paid journalist that will do anything to get the scoop of the year.
Meecke Alliotti and Aiden Monroe. Their paths will cross.
The only question is: Who will win?