Body Earth
girls want some jerk to whats worth the picks on strings,many things give wings
but this,this is free,body earth allowing me my girth,without worth do i splert the
four corners of viona's and belong to a song sonnet,be on it,this train aint
stoppin.no more floor moppin,right,cuz?
Copyright © Chris Bowen | Year Posted 2006
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