A Trigonometrical Of Mokuba Lyrics & Chords By Clotted Symmetric Sexual Organ

When we were young - it was only a game You would win - at everything Chilhood rivalry - developed and grew Games became battles - the I would always lose Now you're a big shot...read more

To whom can we turn to show us the way? Which one among us will stand today? Whose stirring words will we obey? Whose sermon will we adopt and pray? ...read more

Life without dictate, oh, dream of the weary, Who, pressed between the parchments of law, Dream of a future where rule is deposed, And in its place built no hierarchy at all ...read more

I pulled a dead horse out from under a tarp in my back yard piece by piece. Once proud, once full of strength she was gold. Mostly hair and bones now. I dragged a leg around the...read more

Accurate Like A Newest Digital Clock Easy To Handle And Easy To Carry Along Because Of Weight ...read more