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Ordinary Folk 1

ordinary folk 5 foot 11 man with median small hands ordinary man forgive those blood-suckers that shoot the dead fathom prey victims pray nothing left all went right ordinary folk you woman boast about all the male damaged you conquered in kind 4 foot nine shapely woman, with pearl-eyes you've a coveted kind mission find pregnant thighs ordinary woman weds, marries Mr. Small-Hands Gen X children saying whose Popeye Chickens or sailor fries To your surprise This isn't a joke Tripping is this tale of ordinary folk 11/02/18

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