I Will Survive.
I sprain my ankle alot
doing things my ankle can't handle,
obviously.
My fondue is simmered by the pain; the flame of new.
Makes me feel alive,
and a bit horny too.
I will survive.
Copyright © Chris Patton | Year Posted 2008
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