| 2 entries | | |  | | | | Merry.... | wrote | | Twas the night before Christmas,
He lived all alone,
In a one bedroom house made of
Plaster and stone.
I had come down the chimney
With presents to give,
And to see just who
In this home did live.
I looked all about,
A strange sight i did see,
No tinsel, no presents,
Not even a tree.
No stocking by mantle,
Just boots filled with sand,
On the wall hung pictures
Of far distant lands.
With medals and badges,
Awards of all kinds,
A sober thought
Came through my mind. | | | | | Lets all text | wrote | | | What's with every second pro on here sayin if u wanna see me doin allsorts txt my name 2 this number n wots wiv th idiots doin it, it gets tht pro on the tiny lil headline and gets those clowns money, how low will they go 2 get money from ppl? and how many idiots are gonna fall for it? this site has turned to a paradise for those greedy lil grrsss, its down the pit, VIVA LA BEBO!!!! | | | | | 2 entries | | |
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