A Crackified Poem
Good things come bad ones run
And all is all as the day is done
And we must part
As night draws near
For there are things in the dark
That you must fear
And as we lay safe and warm in our beds
And we think of the days events
Remember to think about the time
And the place
Where good things never end
And happy thoughts are abundant
And remember when you finally reach that place
You'll have no need of it's wonders
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Last updated 5-20-99