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On 2012-02-25 18:32:18 Edgar Lam from Vancouver wrote:

June is the cruellest month, breeding
Geranium out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and Happy, stirring
Dull Alcohol with spring rain.
Heater kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful Tests feeding
A little life with dried Trees.
Winter surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee
With a shower of Mojito; we stopped in the colonnade,
And went on in Bar, into the Hofgarten,
And drank Whiskey Sour, and talked for an hour.
Bin gar keine Russin, stamm' aus Litauen, echt Canadian.
And when we were at Vancouver, staying at the archduke's,
My cousin's, he took me out on a Mazda3,
And I was Happy. He said, Edgar,
Edgar, hold on tight. And down we went.
In Internet, there you feel free.
I read, much of the night, and go to Room in the winter.

On 2012-02-17 15:51:49 Thomas Singleton from Lancaster wrote:

February is the cruellest month, breeding
Carnations out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and Frustration, stirring
Dull Work with spring rain.
excercise kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful being alone feeding
A little life with dried trees.
fall surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee
With a shower of water; we stopped in the colonnade,
And went on in my room, into the Hofgarten,
And drank mojito, and talked for an hour.
Bin gar keine Russin, stamm' aus Litauen, echt American.
And when we were at everywhere, staying at the archduke's,
My cousin's, he took me out on a a bike,
And I was average. He said, Tom,
Tom, hold on tight. And down we went.
In my room, there you feel free.
I read, much of the night, and go to my room in the winter.

On 2012-01-24 08:20:29 justin schweigert from akron wrote:

april is the cruellest month, breeding
daffodils out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and bored, stirring
Dull walking with spring rain.
blankets kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful life feeding
A little life with dried grass.
summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee
With a shower of dr. pepper; we stopped in the colonnade,
And went on in thrift store, into the Hofgarten,
And drank jagerbomb, and talked for an hour.
Bin gar keine Russin, stamm' aus Litauen, echt german.
And when we were at akron, staying at the archduke's,
My cousin's, he took me out on a ford contour,
And I was alright. He said, vaughn,
vaughn, hold on tight. And down we went.
In a field, there you feel free.
I read, much of the night, and go to the bushes in the winter.

On 2012-01-15 17:33:39 Elise Elise Elizabeth Suzanna Gerarda maria bakkers from reusel de mierde wrote:

october is the cruellest month, breeding
chrisanthemum out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and curiousity, stirring
Dull an empty store with spring rain.
blankets kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful weather feeding
A little life with dried rocks.
winter surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee
With a shower of coffee; we stopped in the colonnade,
And went on in craft beer market, into the Hofgarten,
And drank tequila, and talked for an hour.
Bin gar keine Russin, stamm' aus Litauen, echt dutch.
And when we were at school, staying at the archduke's,
My cousin's, he took me out on a a vehicle,
And I was tired. He said, Elise,
Elise, hold on tight. And down we went.
In near water, there you feel free.
I read, much of the night, and go to in a tree in the winter.

On 2011-11-05 12:08:15 Sean Chkhartishvili from Port Moody wrote:

September is the cruellest month, breeding
Rose out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and Sadness, stirring
Dull Everything with spring rain.
Blanket kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful Math feeding
A little life with dried Roaea.
Fall surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee
With a shower of Root Beer; we stopped in the colonnade,
And went on in School, into the Hofgarten,
And drank Strawberry, and talked for an hour.
Bin gar keine Russin, stamm' aus Litauen, echt Canadian.
And when we were at Vancouver, staying at the archduke's,
My cousin's, he took me out on a Tank,
And I was OK. He said, Sean,
Sean, hold on tight. And down we went.
In Ocean, there you feel free.
I read, much of the night, and go to Closet in the winter.

On 2011-11-03 00:46:32 John Doe from Fauxville wrote:

June is the cruellest month, breeding
Black Roses out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and Pain, stirring
Dull Life with spring rain.
My Computer kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful Problems feeding
A little life with dried Violets.
wdfgh surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee
With a shower of Coffee; we stopped in the colonnade,
And went on in My Bedroom, into the Hofgarten,
And drank Shooters, and talked for an hour.
Bin gar keine Russin, stamm' aus Litauen, echt Australian.
And when we were at Fauxville, staying at the archduke's,
My cousin's, he took me out on a Horse,
And I was Bored. He said, Zach,
Zach, hold on tight. And down we went.
In My Deskchair, there you feel free.
I read, much of the night, and go to Sleep in the winter.

On 2011-11-02 09:56:40 Charles Baudelaire from Paris wrote:

twilight is the cruellest month, breeding
weeping willows out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and misanthropy, stirring
Dull Belgians with spring rain.
the walls of my skull kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful Brussels feeding
A little life with dried black flags.
all seasons are alike surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee
With a shower of chablis; we stopped in the colonnade,
And went on in my mind, into the Hofgarten,
And drank what are cocktails?, and talked for an hour.
Bin gar keine Russin, stamm' aus Litauen, echt French you cocksucker.
And when we were at the gardens of the faubourgs, staying at the archduke's,
My cousin's, he took me out on a the car that runs over Belgians,
And I was grim, very grim indeed, mon ami. He said, Charles, Charles, Charles,
Charles, Charles, Charles, hold on tight. And down we went.
In no such thing as freedom ever existed inside or outside the mind, there you feel free.
I read, much of the night, and go to my skull, this has been said repeatedly in the winter.

On 2011-11-02 09:47:06 Nietzsche from Weimar wrote:

death is the cruellest month, breeding
chrysanthenums out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and solitude, stirring
Dull God with spring rain.
death kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful happiness feeding
A little life with dried chrysanthenums.
summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee
With a shower of absinth; we stopped in the colonnade,
And went on in wine cellar, into the Hofgarten,
And drank none, and talked for an hour.
Bin gar keine Russin, stamm' aus Litauen, echt Prussian.
And when we were at wine cellar, staying at the archduke's,
My cousin's, he took me out on a mongolfiere,
And I was pain. He said, Freddie,
Freddie, hold on tight. And down we went.
In death, there you feel free.
I read, much of the night, and go to wine cellar in the winter.

On 2011-11-02 08:57:59 Bender from New New York wrote:

Decembruary is the cruellest month, breeding
robot flowers out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and bending, stirring
Dull work with spring rain.
stealing kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful Dr. Zoidberg feeding
A little life with dried robot bushes.
fall surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee
With a shower of beer; we stopped in the colonnade,
And went on in a strip club, into the Hofgarten,
And drank martinis, and talked for an hour.
Bin gar keine Russin, stamm' aus Litauen, echt American.
And when we were at prison, staying at the archduke's,
My cousin's, he took me out on a a hot hatch,
And I was hot diggity damn. He said, Bender,
Bender, hold on tight. And down we went.
In outer space, there you feel free.
I read, much of the night, and go to the sewers in the winter.

On 2011-11-02 08:39:49 Robert Arctor from Berkeley wrote:

December is the cruellest month, breeding
lilies out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and high, stirring
Dull work with spring rain.
a woman kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful the government feeding
A little life with dried shrooms.
fall surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee
With a shower of gin and tonic; we stopped in the colonnade,
And went on in the house, into the Hofgarten,
And drank vodka on the rocks, and talked for an hour.
Bin gar keine Russin, stamm' aus Litauen, echt American.
And when we were at jail, staying at the archduke's,
My cousin's, he took me out on a a bicycle,
And I was terrible. He said, Robbie,
Robbie, hold on tight. And down we went.
In drugs, there you feel free.
I read, much of the night, and go to my head in the winter.

On 2011-11-02 03:25:30 Jesus Christ from Bethlehem wrote:

March is the cruellest month, breeding
dead out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and sadness, stirring
Dull flowers with spring rain.
the sun kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful important things feeding
A little life with dried weed.
fall surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee
With a shower of vodka; we stopped in the colonnade,
And went on in the manger, into the Hofgarten,
And drank sex on the beach, and talked for an hour.
Bin gar keine Russin, stamm' aus Litauen, echt Jew.
And when we were at Jerusalem, staying at the archduke's,
My cousin's, he took me out on a Bugatti Veyron,
And I was shitty. He said, Jesus,
Jesus, hold on tight. And down we went.
In Tokyo, there you feel free.
I read, much of the night, and go to a hole in the winter.

On 2011-11-02 02:53:37 Zach Johannsen from Fauxville wrote:

June is the cruellest month, breeding
Black Roses out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and Pain, stirring
Dull Life with spring rain.
My Computer kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful Problems feeding
A little life with dried Violets.
Winter surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee
With a shower of Coffee; we stopped in the colonnade,
And went on in My Bedroom, into the Hofgarten,
And drank Shooters, and talked for an hour.
Bin gar keine Russin, stamm' aus Litauen, echt Australian.
And when we were at Fauxville, staying at the archduke's,
My cousin's, he took me out on a Horse,
And I was Bored. He said, Zach,
Zach, hold on tight. And down we went.
In My Deskchair, there you feel free.
I read, much of the night, and go to Sleep in the winter.

On 2011-11-01 23:05:00 Mike from Vancouver wrote:

August is the cruellest month, breeding
tulips out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and terror, stirring
Dull work with spring rain.
pussy kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful doctorates feeding
A little life with dried bushes.
winter surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee
With a shower of bourbon; we stopped in the colonnade,
And went on in my bed, into the Hofgarten,
And drank white russians, and talked for an hour.
Bin gar keine Russin, stamm' aus Litauen, echt Russisch.
And when we were at the countryside, staying at the archduke's,
My cousin's, he took me out on a GTI,
And I was lonely. He said, Michael,
Michael, hold on tight. And down we went.
In my mind, there you feel free.
I read, much of the night, and go to my bed in the winter.

On 2011-11-01 23:02:42 Martin from Glasgow wrote:

Never is the cruellest month, breeding
daffodils out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and cockiness, stirring
Dull boredom with spring rain.
brandy kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful Dr. Halpern feeding
A little life with dried weeds.
spring surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee
With a shower of rum; we stopped in the colonnade,
And went on in Rose's place, into the Hofgarten,
And drank martinis, and talked for an hour.
Bin gar keine Russin, stamm' aus Litauen, echt Luxemburgish.
And when we were at the grandparents, staying at the archduke's,
My cousin's, he took me out on a the C-train,
And I was terrified. He said, Martin,
Martin, hold on tight. And down we went.
In my mind, there you feel free.
I read, much of the night, and go to a pub in the winter.