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Corruption
Submitted by Anonymous on May 12, 2008 - 21:41.Stepping out of your car
I'm smiling
My black shirt
Clinging gently
To the good curves
And hitting the others
Softly.
If my parents weren't there
(Mom walking over
To finally meet you
Dad climbing off
His motorcycle)
I'd give you
One of my flirtatious smiles:
The ones I know
Are off-limits
And therefore,
Even more fun.
We will corrupt you.
We promise.

World of Difference
Submitted by imagine on February 19, 2008 - 18:36.All I want
to do right
now
is yell.
Possible break something
very fragile, or
just strangle
half of them.
Oh crap.
I forgot:
we're supposed to
be teaching them
tolerance.

