Our little Poets... - Page 17

RSG · 15 Nov 2003, 06:07

woah, me really like

you must have years have experience badger. it is really upsetting and brilliant at the same time. you know like, objects in the rear view mirror

Rob The Badger · 15 Nov 2003, 10:46

Thank you very much RSG. Although I have only been writing poetry (seriously) for about a year at most. You can actually see when I started to write the darker stuff on some of the early pages of this thread. All my best work has been posted here. Later today I'll post part three of my "Poems On How Life Is" series. . .

Rob The Badger · 15 Nov 2003, 16:21

As promised.

No 3 of 4
"Rob on Iconoclasm"

Oh, I say
He's really a head
He's on a pedastal
I certainly didn't put him there,
Did you?

He must've sold his soul
He's got it all
He's dancing on eggshells
I hope he falls. . .

He must've sold his soul
I say, he got a very poor deal
He'll be lashed in the street next. . .
No secrets left to reveal

Oh, I say
He's really dead?
Fell off his pedastal and broke his neck
Don't blame me, I didn't put him there
Did you?

Well. . .granted it's a life of sin
But it sure looks like fun
Step over the celebrities now abhorred
Lift me up; I wanna be adored . . .

Rob The Badger · 17 Nov 2003, 20:56

No 4 of 4
"On How Life Is"

There's a star above the horizon tonight
Which falls and shatters on the hills
There's a full moon rising o'er the houses tonight
Which crumbles and falls on the city

Guillotine wires
bring heavenly choirs
And a love that must not be named
Prays heavy on the mind of little boys. . .

Oh, to be alone with oneself for the littlest of while's
I wouldn't say no to that.
But in dark, heavy rooms the little cat sat
Pawing the door to the hall

Sighs and lies are all the same
Shattered glass by the picture frame
Two in the morning, late afternoon
Distorted sound, a nostalgic tune (repeats)

Car horns and empty grins
Smell the same to an old man rocking
Gently in his chair

A little boy cries with the world on his shoulder
As the things they believe in burn up and smoulder
Little dogs/girls whimper like cats in the cradle
Serving fat men soup from the ladle

From cradle to grave
You're god's little slave
So you you moan and you cry
And you just want to die

But deep in your heart of hearts you know,
That's not the way you want to go.

RSG · 17 Nov 2003, 21:36

I seriously can't think of a word powerful enough for such an explosive poem! Can I ask how old you are Eeyore? That is really awesome, I love the part that goes...

Guillotine Wires
Bring Heavenly choirs

Incredible Eeyore, really incredible!!

Gez · 17 Nov 2003, 21:43

Get a life Badger

Only kiddin

. Your poem was well

for me

Okay then it was brilliant

.
see cant make my mind up

Rob The Badger · 17 Nov 2003, 21:44

Thanks RSG. And thanks No1 as well. . .I think. . . RSG, I was 16 this July.
And now I'm sad because my 4 poem series is over. . .

Though I still like it.

Bren · 17 Nov 2003, 22:30

Powerful poems Eyeore....my favourite is still "Day after day"

My offering for today

November Monday

How quietly stand the trees
outside my window,
morning dew
soft-fallen on thier limbs.
Motionless and still.
No breath of wind
does stir the quiet air
that frames thier silent boughs.
No leaf fall now.
No restless, wild, untameable
breeze
to t oss and turn and tear these trees.
New beauty found
in lifeless limbs
that cross and upward stretch,
and intricately trap the sky within the web they weave.
in fragile flowing forms
silhouetted dark against the light sky.
No wind now
to make them sigh
just tears of rain
that fall and lie unseen
inside the heart
till time that's past
does bid them die.

Bren

RSG · 21 Nov 2003, 04:04

Well, I had to edit this, the rythem didn't sound right to me, so I made some adjustments

Bad Memories, Never Really Leave

Horrific images never leave my head,
Terrible feelings of the past that I dread.

Snaps of his belt, the marks he left behind,
So scared of the thoughts of him how can anyone tell me unwind.
Mother's make up covered scars,
Though some maybe gone, mental ones aren't far.

"Dad don't! Stop!" What I'd say as a kid,
But everything I said, wouldn't stop what he did.

At times I keep it to myself,
Its best to keep it inside.
Because if I do, I might for get,
Who Am I kidding

Bad Memories Never Really Leave.

Rob The Badger · 23 Nov 2003, 21:21

bah. . .can't write a poem. . .grr

We all have our own path
Which we must walk
Well, I'm staying inside
I don't want to go out today

I lost my faith in womanhood
I lost my faith in God
I lost my faith in myself
(I lost my keys)

I am a man of utter simpleness
I thrive on the day to day pining for love
And the mundane soup served cold
Well. . .it'd take world war three to make me care
But even then I'd rather listen to a man who cannot sing

Bye bye

meshurp · 24 Nov 2003, 17:32

We love your poetry Eyeore!

Dark

Why do i cry
When my world turns dark
Am i the only soul on earth
Who has this heart
A heart breaks
A mind aches
And my world is dark
The shadows cast
By the figures of power
Fear
Pain
Mistrust
Creep over my life
Stretching slowly
Ever blackly forward
Perpetual twilight fills out
All is dark
And in the recess
That used to house my life
My broken
Hiding place from rain
Shines black out
From silent empty eyes
And the darkness scores
The dark
Night visions scorn
Man beckons forth
Clouds of dust
To clog the screaming sense
That is my world
Fold in to myself
And leave me empty
Devoid
Dark

Mee

Rob The Badger · 24 Nov 2003, 23:23

Lovely poem Meshurp.

I feel it would be criminal to not record this moment of time in my life. It's self-explanitory.

I wanted a boy for Christmas
And I may just get my wish
There may be things like miracles
And I may have stumbled on one

It took years of lonliness
To put me in my place
But now it'll take gunshot
To wipe the smile from my face

I'll walk to the highest mountain
To tell the world the news
That at long last I've found happiness
Which I don't intend to lose

I wanted a boy for Christmas
And I may still get my wish
Miracles happen to those who wait
And Lord knows I've waited enough

It took years of lonliness
To put a smile on my face
But it only takes a dry remark
To put me back in my place

Please love my for me
I don't like the pain
And I never want to go back
To that old house again.

Rob The Badger · 29 Nov 2003, 21:42

I wrote this off the cuff. Without thinking I put these words to paper, so I dunno what they mean.

I need an outlet
I need a doctor
I need you
I need something in my arms
I need a needle
A grave
(or so they say)
Pardon the expression,
but he shit on my parade
he killed a hope so long lying desperate
he stabbed me in the dark
on a friday afternoon
in the winter cool he killed.

Rob The Badger · 30 Nov 2003, 20:30

It was written with tongue firmly planted in cheek. So take it with a pinch of salt.

I Don't Usually Do This Sort Of Thing

Before you lay me on the bed
Spread eagle with you head on my lap
I must tell you something, dear

Before you take me by the hip
And make me a happy lad
I must warn you dear,

I don't usually do this sort of thing
Ask me and I'll tell you
Ask my friends, they'll say the same:
"He generally likes to know their name"

How the air is cold
With no clothes but eachother
Oh my, don't we wear them well
But there is one secret left to tell. . .

I don't usually do this sort of thing
I'm coy and reserved
And I stay at home
I don't usually lie with people like you
With innocent, beautiful, boys like you

Ask me and I'll tell you
Ask my friends and they'll all say
"You might just put your tongue away"

But for you I might just make an exception
For the deed that goes without a mention
For a kind hearted beast as yourself

You can have me for breakfast.

Rob The Badger · 05 Dec 2003, 16:29

Bump.

Bren · 07 Dec 2003, 18:13

All my dreams
thrown out like stars
across the blackness,
fade and diminish
with each new day.
'Till all the little
lights of hope
go out one by one,
and all that's left
is the empty black
to stumble
blindly through.
Falling
always falling
backwards
downwards
one step forward
two steps back
never really
gaining ground,
and each new ray of hope
glimpsed but momentarily
dies like a shooting star
and is forever
gone.

bren

meshurp · 07 Dec 2003, 23:47

Spoons

Spinning spoons
With silent eyes
Tell me what your dreams
Here
With laughing children
Falling greys crying
And memories old
Keep sake
For now is forever
The future is not
The past was
Yet days can never be
So we look to you
As we contemplate tea
For you must
Keep our lives
Hold on to strings
And puppets fly
Nothing perceived
Our minds to small
So too
Dear dancing spoons
We entrust our all

mee.

Rob The Badger · 08 Dec 2003, 17:27

That's the best poem about spoons I've ever read. . .

Here's a lyric I sribbled down yesterday. . .

Where are you?
Lost in your own eyes.
You should be careful,
You might end up living life
In a rented room in the east end.

A gritty town where you once played
The blood stains are still there. . .
And there are screams hidden in the walls

The backstreet alley
Still smells of almonds,
The peeling room
Where you stuck the wick
In my little heart
And lit it. . .just to watch it burn
You lit my heart to watch it burn.

You're still lost in those soulless eyes of yours. . .
If it seems like we're still cold. . .
Then we're probably laughing somewhere

We've arms so holy
There's no room left for the needles
Mass suicide gone horribly wrong
And we killed a pig instead

You're as old as the graves now
Aand aren't you the smug little swine?
You feel as high as the bodies on the gallows
And you love their meaningless praise.

You're still falling into those hollow eyes
Alone on the bloody floor.

Keab42 · 11 Dec 2003, 14:56

Here I stand,
Upon this knife-edge,
The lines are drawn,
I must choose my fate.
Decide between right and wrong,
Which choice is right?
Which choice is left?
I stand alone,
To blindly choose my fate.

Each second lasts an eternity,
And with each eternity my choice draws near.
And in the space of a heartbeat,
I shall decide my destiny.
I cannot see my future.
My choice awaits.
Will fate guide me?
Or will it be too late?

Rob The Badger · 11 Dec 2003, 22:30

Quote:

Originally Posted by Keab42

Here I stand,
Upon this knife-edge,
The lines are drawn,
I must choose my fate.
Decide between right and wrong,
Which choice is right?
Which choice is left?
I stand alone,
To blindly choose my fate.

Love this. Really good.

original sin · 12 Dec 2003, 20:23

A night to remember that is true
I just needed to share it with you
An artist, performer, a real Gent
A voice that was from heaven sent

A little Sin was one of many there
But, she could only stand and stare
He came on stage, I caught my breath
At first he was dicing with death

Then there was an almighty clash,
He rose again and cut quite a dash
Faces flashing before my eyes
Proved the rumours were all lies

He sang from the bottom of his soul
Showing he was complete and whole
As one giant beast, the crowd roared
My heart missed a beat and soared

Words and feelings, in full harmony
To create intense feelings inside me
So high I flew, and am still up there
I just knew you would want to share.

Rob The Badger · 14 Dec 2003, 00:04

Hero Imprisoned

There's a silver moon
sending shivers through my head
There's nobody here
But I'm choking on people

There's a silver, glowing moon
Burning holes in my eyes
There's a shadow in my mouth
I'm suffocating on people

Hungry streets claw at your feet
This is what happens when you stay too long
Houses that pry and doorways that bleed
This is what happens when you never move on

A thunderous silence
A lifeless party
There are demons in the windows
And people at your door

They talk so loud
But it doesn't matter what they say
They chatter and batter
BUT IT JUST DOESN'T MATTER!

I'm leaving it all behind
I'm stepping on the train
Ho hum, it's in my mind
Hideous trick of the brain

I'm stepping out the door
I've a napsack on my shoulder
Oh, what a sickening bore
And the nights are drawing colder

I'm bleeding from the earlobe
There's a lobster in my mouth
I'm choking down the gasoline
I'm never heading south

The stoney sea of faces
Crushes every desperate plea
Eavesdropping on a pointless conversation
Isn't what it used to be

If I were in love,
I'd tie a lasso to the moon
And bring it down for him

But I'm not in love
I'm just in debt
And that's all
I'll ever get.

Wild_Honey · 14 Dec 2003, 00:43

Love yours, Sin.

Rob The Badger · 14 Dec 2003, 00:55

I agree, Sin's is a lovely testament to a lovely man. And I must say, WH has the cutest sig ever.

Wild_Honey · 14 Dec 2003, 03:04

Quote:

Originally Posted by Eyeore The Badger

And I must say, WH has the cutest sig ever.

I am taking that as a compliment now, me lovely badger.

15 Nov 2003, 06:07	#401
RSG Mega Loafer Join Date: 27.07.2003 Location: Canada Posts: 3,296	woah, me really like you must have years have experience badger. it is really upsetting and brilliant at the same time. you know like, objects in the rear view mirror

15 Nov 2003, 10:46	#402
Rob The Badger Too sexy for this post Join Date: 14.04.2002 Location: Manchester, UK Posts: 2,895	Thank you very much RSG. Although I have only been writing poetry (seriously) for about a year at most. You can actually see when I started to write the darker stuff on some of the early pages of this thread. All my best work has been posted here. Later today I'll post part three of my "Poems On How Life Is" series. . .

15 Nov 2003, 16:21	#403
Rob The Badger Too sexy for this post Join Date: 14.04.2002 Location: Manchester, UK Posts: 2,895	As promised. No 3 of 4 "Rob on Iconoclasm" Oh, I say He's really a head He's on a pedastal I certainly didn't put him there, Did you? He must've sold his soul He's got it all He's dancing on eggshells I hope he falls. . . He must've sold his soul I say, he got a very poor deal He'll be lashed in the street next. . . No secrets left to reveal Oh, I say He's really dead? Fell off his pedastal and broke his neck Don't blame me, I didn't put him there Did you? Well. . .granted it's a life of sin But it sure looks like fun Step over the celebrities now abhorred Lift me up; I wanna be adored . . .

17 Nov 2003, 20:56	#404
Rob The Badger Too sexy for this post Join Date: 14.04.2002 Location: Manchester, UK Posts: 2,895	No 4 of 4 "On How Life Is" There's a star above the horizon tonight Which falls and shatters on the hills There's a full moon rising o'er the houses tonight Which crumbles and falls on the city Guillotine wires bring heavenly choirs And a love that must not be named Prays heavy on the mind of little boys. . . Oh, to be alone with oneself for the littlest of while's I wouldn't say no to that. But in dark, heavy rooms the little cat sat Pawing the door to the hall Sighs and lies are all the same Shattered glass by the picture frame Two in the morning, late afternoon Distorted sound, a nostalgic tune (repeats) Car horns and empty grins Smell the same to an old man rocking Gently in his chair A little boy cries with the world on his shoulder As the things they believe in burn up and smoulder Little dogs/girls whimper like cats in the cradle Serving fat men soup from the ladle From cradle to grave You're god's little slave So you you moan and you cry And you just want to die But deep in your heart of hearts you know, That's not the way you want to go.

17 Nov 2003, 21:36	#405
RSG Mega Loafer Join Date: 27.07.2003 Location: Canada Posts: 3,296	I seriously can't think of a word powerful enough for such an explosive poem! Can I ask how old you are Eeyore? That is really awesome, I love the part that goes... Guillotine Wires Bring Heavenly choirs Incredible Eeyore, really incredible!!

17 Nov 2003, 21:43	#406
Gez Knicker thief Join Date: 17.04.2003 Location: auch...not on the fence Posts: 5,636	Get a life Badger Only kiddin . Your poem was well for me Okay then it was brilliant . see cant make my mind up

17 Nov 2003, 21:44	#407
Rob The Badger Too sexy for this post Join Date: 14.04.2002 Location: Manchester, UK Posts: 2,895	Thanks RSG. And thanks No1 as well. . .I think. . . RSG, I was 16 this July. And now I'm sad because my 4 poem series is over. . . Though I still like it.

17 Nov 2003, 22:30	#408
Bren The Bat Join Date: 23.03.2003 Location: Roosting on a Silver-Black Phantom Bike. Posts: 10,017	Powerful poems Eyeore....my favourite is still "Day after day" My offering for today November Monday How quietly stand the trees outside my window, morning dew soft-fallen on thier limbs. Motionless and still. No breath of wind does stir the quiet air that frames thier silent boughs. No leaf fall now. No restless, wild, untameable breeze to t oss and turn and tear these trees. New beauty found in lifeless limbs that cross and upward stretch, and intricately trap the sky within the web they weave. in fragile flowing forms silhouetted dark against the light sky. No wind now to make them sigh just tears of rain that fall and lie unseen inside the heart till time that's past does bid them die. Bren

21 Nov 2003, 04:04	#409
RSG Mega Loafer Join Date: 27.07.2003 Location: Canada Posts: 3,296	Well, I had to edit this, the rythem didn't sound right to me, so I made some adjustments Bad Memories, Never Really Leave Horrific images never leave my head, Terrible feelings of the past that I dread. Snaps of his belt, the marks he left behind, So scared of the thoughts of him how can anyone tell me unwind. Mother's make up covered scars, Though some maybe gone, mental ones aren't far. "Dad don't! Stop!" What I'd say as a kid, But everything I said, wouldn't stop what he did. At times I keep it to myself, Its best to keep it inside. Because if I do, I might for get, Who Am I kidding Bad Memories Never Really Leave.

23 Nov 2003, 21:21	#410
Rob The Badger Too sexy for this post Join Date: 14.04.2002 Location: Manchester, UK Posts: 2,895	bah. . .can't write a poem. . .grr We all have our own path Which we must walk Well, I'm staying inside I don't want to go out today I lost my faith in womanhood I lost my faith in God I lost my faith in myself (I lost my keys) I am a man of utter simpleness I thrive on the day to day pining for love And the mundane soup served cold Well. . .it'd take world war three to make me care But even then I'd rather listen to a man who cannot sing Bye bye

24 Nov 2003, 17:32	#411
meshurp Super Loafer Join Date: 19.04.2003 Location: In The World, somewhere... Posts: 444	We love your poetry Eyeore! Dark Why do i cry When my world turns dark Am i the only soul on earth Who has this heart A heart breaks A mind aches And my world is dark The shadows cast By the figures of power Fear Pain Mistrust Creep over my life Stretching slowly Ever blackly forward Perpetual twilight fills out All is dark And in the recess That used to house my life My broken Hiding place from rain Shines black out From silent empty eyes And the darkness scores The dark Night visions scorn Man beckons forth Clouds of dust To clog the screaming sense That is my world Fold in to myself And leave me empty Devoid Dark Mee

24 Nov 2003, 23:23	#412
Rob The Badger Too sexy for this post Join Date: 14.04.2002 Location: Manchester, UK Posts: 2,895	Lovely poem Meshurp. I feel it would be criminal to not record this moment of time in my life. It's self-explanitory. I wanted a boy for Christmas And I may just get my wish There may be things like miracles And I may have stumbled on one It took years of lonliness To put me in my place But now it'll take gunshot To wipe the smile from my face I'll walk to the highest mountain To tell the world the news That at long last I've found happiness Which I don't intend to lose I wanted a boy for Christmas And I may still get my wish Miracles happen to those who wait And Lord knows I've waited enough It took years of lonliness To put a smile on my face But it only takes a dry remark To put me back in my place Please love my for me I don't like the pain And I never want to go back To that old house again.

29 Nov 2003, 21:42	#413
Rob The Badger Too sexy for this post Join Date: 14.04.2002 Location: Manchester, UK Posts: 2,895	I wrote this off the cuff. Without thinking I put these words to paper, so I dunno what they mean. I need an outlet I need a doctor I need you I need something in my arms I need a needle A grave (or so they say) Pardon the expression, but he shit on my parade he killed a hope so long lying desperate he stabbed me in the dark on a friday afternoon in the winter cool he killed.

30 Nov 2003, 20:30	#414
Rob The Badger Too sexy for this post Join Date: 14.04.2002 Location: Manchester, UK Posts: 2,895	It was written with tongue firmly planted in cheek. So take it with a pinch of salt. I Don't Usually Do This Sort Of Thing Before you lay me on the bed Spread eagle with you head on my lap I must tell you something, dear Before you take me by the hip And make me a happy lad I must warn you dear, I don't usually do this sort of thing Ask me and I'll tell you Ask my friends, they'll say the same: "He generally likes to know their name" How the air is cold With no clothes but eachother Oh my, don't we wear them well But there is one secret left to tell. . . I don't usually do this sort of thing I'm coy and reserved And I stay at home I don't usually lie with people like you With innocent, beautiful, boys like you Ask me and I'll tell you Ask my friends and they'll all say "You might just put your tongue away" But for you I might just make an exception For the deed that goes without a mention For a kind hearted beast as yourself You can have me for breakfast.

05 Dec 2003, 16:29	#415
Rob The Badger Too sexy for this post Join Date: 14.04.2002 Location: Manchester, UK Posts: 2,895	Bump.

07 Dec 2003, 18:13	#416
Bren The Bat Join Date: 23.03.2003 Location: Roosting on a Silver-Black Phantom Bike. Posts: 10,017	All my dreams thrown out like stars across the blackness, fade and diminish with each new day. 'Till all the little lights of hope go out one by one, and all that's left is the empty black to stumble blindly through. Falling always falling backwards downwards one step forward two steps back never really gaining ground, and each new ray of hope glimpsed but momentarily dies like a shooting star and is forever gone. bren

07 Dec 2003, 23:47	#417
meshurp Super Loafer Join Date: 19.04.2003 Location: In The World, somewhere... Posts: 444	Spoons Spinning spoons With silent eyes Tell me what your dreams Here With laughing children Falling greys crying And memories old Keep sake For now is forever The future is not The past was Yet days can never be So we look to you As we contemplate tea For you must Keep our lives Hold on to strings And puppets fly Nothing perceived Our minds to small So too Dear dancing spoons We entrust our all mee.

08 Dec 2003, 17:27	#418
Rob The Badger Too sexy for this post Join Date: 14.04.2002 Location: Manchester, UK Posts: 2,895	That's the best poem about spoons I've ever read. . . Here's a lyric I sribbled down yesterday. . . Where are you? Lost in your own eyes. You should be careful, You might end up living life In a rented room in the east end. A gritty town where you once played The blood stains are still there. . . And there are screams hidden in the walls The backstreet alley Still smells of almonds, The peeling room Where you stuck the wick In my little heart And lit it. . .just to watch it burn You lit my heart to watch it burn. You're still lost in those soulless eyes of yours. . . If it seems like we're still cold. . . Then we're probably laughing somewhere We've arms so holy There's no room left for the needles Mass suicide gone horribly wrong And we killed a pig instead You're as old as the graves now Aand aren't you the smug little swine? You feel as high as the bodies on the gallows And you love their meaningless praise. You're still falling into those hollow eyes Alone on the bloody floor.

11 Dec 2003, 14:56	#419
Keab42 Astrophysicist At Large Join Date: 19.04.2003 Location: Beneath his dreaming tree Posts: 4,284	Here I stand, Upon this knife-edge, The lines are drawn, I must choose my fate. Decide between right and wrong, Which choice is right? Which choice is left? I stand alone, To blindly choose my fate. Each second lasts an eternity, And with each eternity my choice draws near. And in the space of a heartbeat, I shall decide my destiny. I cannot see my future. My choice awaits. Will fate guide me? Or will it be too late?

12 Dec 2003, 20:23	#421
original sin Sinner Join Date: 15.04.2003 Location: cyber space Posts: 2,457	A night to remember that is true I just needed to share it with you An artist, performer, a real Gent A voice that was from heaven sent A little Sin was one of many there But, she could only stand and stare He came on stage, I caught my breath At first he was dicing with death Then there was an almighty clash, He rose again and cut quite a dash Faces flashing before my eyes Proved the rumours were all lies He sang from the bottom of his soul Showing he was complete and whole As one giant beast, the crowd roared My heart missed a beat and soared Words and feelings, in full harmony To create intense feelings inside me So high I flew, and am still up there I just knew you would want to share.

14 Dec 2003, 00:04	#422
Rob The Badger Too sexy for this post Join Date: 14.04.2002 Location: Manchester, UK Posts: 2,895	Hero Imprisoned There's a silver moon sending shivers through my head There's nobody here But I'm choking on people There's a silver, glowing moon Burning holes in my eyes There's a shadow in my mouth I'm suffocating on people Hungry streets claw at your feet This is what happens when you stay too long Houses that pry and doorways that bleed This is what happens when you never move on A thunderous silence A lifeless party There are demons in the windows And people at your door They talk so loud But it doesn't matter what they say They chatter and batter BUT IT JUST DOESN'T MATTER! I'm leaving it all behind I'm stepping on the train Ho hum, it's in my mind Hideous trick of the brain I'm stepping out the door I've a napsack on my shoulder Oh, what a sickening bore And the nights are drawing colder I'm bleeding from the earlobe There's a lobster in my mouth I'm choking down the gasoline I'm never heading south The stoney sea of faces Crushes every desperate plea Eavesdropping on a pointless conversation Isn't what it used to be If I were in love, I'd tie a lasso to the moon And bring it down for him But I'm not in love I'm just in debt And that's all I'll ever get.

14 Dec 2003, 00:43	#423
Wild_Honey Super Loafer Join Date: 23.03.2003 Location: Windeck, Germany Posts: 606	Love yours, Sin.

14 Dec 2003, 00:55	#424
Rob The Badger Too sexy for this post Join Date: 14.04.2002 Location: Manchester, UK Posts: 2,895	I agree, Sin's is a lovely testament to a lovely man. And I must say, WH has the cutest sig ever.