ooooch smoooch

.

             most pneuma walk 
                        past
                  opportunity 
                        past
                    delicious
                  az if it were
                        too
            delicious for theirn
                         or
           for whutevah reason

                          i
                       don't
          tramp without tripping
                    i trip alot
                   and git my 
                    boobooz
              smooched better
                      oooch
                  more timez
                    than not
 
                         ,)



*whut
  i love happy hour best,
  or, tickets for twins, I mean
  two, for two ')
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