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Gravity

Gravity With gravitys help I’m not left on the shelf, Just a nong on the left side of might (dummy) undies don’t wear, helps the growth, not the hair, swinging precision, ol horse he says” yair, too right,” the terrific heat in the Aussie land sweet, means cooler in, ya just only strides, (pants) cooler in fact, the blood flow does act, a generous flow in my pride, consider the word , of the freedom returned, and gravity had to abide, underwear rare, not the growth of the hair, take gravity for a sweet ride, sometime… Don Johnson

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 10/9/2011 6:32:00 PM
gravity, Don,, with it i don't think i would enjoy the ride.~ENJOYED YOUR POEM,,have yourself a wonderful Sunday~ ;-) take care,..p.d.
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Date: 10/9/2011 10:04:00 AM
hahahahahahahaha. I only had 1 cup of coffee. Thanks for the laugh, I mean, your masculinity rides, hoss. Lu
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Date: 10/9/2011 12:03:00 AM
laws of nature, laws of men, love between underwearing or not... love ya Don Johnson~N
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Date: 10/8/2011 11:18:00 PM
It's a travesty, my naivety about gravity. That's why I drink Java tea in the lavatry. Your poem sure enlightens me.
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