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I'm Stuck

I'm Stuck Help I'm stuck. What the fork? A pigs mucky Her belly of pork. Snorted this way and that. We rocked in, and rolled one song. That's it. Didn't I say that, no more? Stop. No more chewing the fat for old time's sake, and everything went wrong. How can it? Leave it to my seeing eye dog in finding it's way. How can the balloon pop? Now she's pregnant. Brought water to a drought and now I'm stuck. All because of a plastic fork, life's gone amok. My wife my sweet wife I'm sorry of throwing our lives down her drain. connie pachecho 8/27/17

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