Yo,Mama
being still,makes me ill.the feel i get when girls are wet and wild,is ooh child,things are gonna get easier.the theme park crossed my mind.so did your behind.your behind the times if you think im perverted.we worried?the poet laureate thing,its a total mess,and unblessed.we confess,lest,we take the place.love the lower case.
Copyright © Chris Bowen | Year Posted 2008
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