Horatiu Stamatin

Rookie - 71 Points (Romania)

(of Her Pants…) - Poem by Horatiu Stamatin

Of her pants we will make our white flag of surrender in front of Him, that who has no time, no body…
Because of this confession, she left the office grievously and climbed up to the top floor where the hackers trouble the Pentagon’s brain.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 10, 2008

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