I'm like a bird
I have delicate light bones, I shit on cars and regurgitate worms into the mouths of my young.
I know where my home is,
Its up a tree made out of twigs and moss.
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bovine I'm so old, even my old is old,
Thu 27 Jun 2002, 10:03,
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I think
you talk to the wrong type of girls.
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busy phil is still bloody busy,
Thu 27 Jun 2002, 10:07,
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Nah.
They're anybodys after a bit of Trill.
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bovine I'm so old, even my old is old,
Thu 27 Jun 2002, 10:08,
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