Showing posts with label Paul Donahoe. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Paul Donahoe. Show all posts
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
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As we hurry away to the end, my friend, Of this sad little farce called existence, We are sure that the future will bring one thing, And that is the grave in the distance. And so when our lives run along all wrong, And nothing seems real or certain, We can comfort ourselves with the thought (or not) Of that spectre behind the curtain. Warning: This site contains adult material!
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