Wednesday, April 08, 2015

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It doesnt stop you scratching cootie itch
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Ill never validate sex stuff adverse
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A vital evil grown of cosmic glitch
I touch on tummy turns twinge or twitch
Your body stands a temple barred a hearse
I dont doubt the dreaded deed is dirty
Engulf and let our glands ooze out hot stink
Make a move and prove its first off flirty
Yes grind and groan enrol a rapid blink
You feel its valve and piston loins affect
You see youre my mind food Im else abject
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