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Twas with thine sprightly blunderbuss We walked the winding road Wilst winter whipped it's winds around Snow swirled sweeping round On Sunday we ate the Jesus wafer Thine glory is not diminished But ye that did cleave unto Mine flesh torpedo That thou shalt take Mine flesh torpedo Whose glory is not diminished Then you could grab me a beer And make me dinner. Her face was thin through vomit A chemical sheen on her forehead Caked over a tan booth bronze Looking at her gave me a warm scrotal rush that was not unpleasant And oh to have my stiffened spunk hose Embraced by the sleek and shiny lips Lips glossed with Ultra-lip plumping ingredients For irresistibly luscious lips Glazed with unsurpassed shine Locked around my pole of joy In a selfless spaghetti suck of love. Then I'd want that bitch to make me dinner. |
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