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SOOOOOOOOO, heres a poem of mine


So they danced,

roun' and roun',

till all, hit the groun',

upsedaisy went the faeries,

actually called, little crazies,

with their powder, things get hazy,

Little pink tu-tu's,

and slipper-like toe shoes,

which one of them pays the bills?

The one in green?

The one colored aquamarine?

Or the one with a yellowish -blue sheen?

Being faeries do they need to pay?

Move out of the meth lab, and go either way,

Youll find a crack house on this side, and on the other a ley,

Then they started to die, one by one.

There tombstones, shining in the sun,

Their names weathered by time,

By the torrents of rain and sunshine,

And their sons and daughters,

Forget about them said the fathers.

they didnt care about you,

Think about what you should do,

Go to college, get a job, just dont live,

like your mothers did,



Those three Faeries,

the mothers of druggies...