Jim
oh bradlee oh bradlee how thou has pained me to the core!
i wish you could just see the dark in my soul!
ive always know you were a whore!
i just never thought i lovest thou how i do
you're the rock that i live upon
you are the cheese on my pizza
the flowers in my field
the milk in my utters and the apples in my tree
Copyright © Jim Hubert | Year Posted 2014
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