Poems 14 My Chills
POEMS 14 MY CHILLS
MY CHILLS YOU ALWAYS MAKE IT HAPPEN TO ME.
MY CHILLS YOU ALWAYS SINDING IT DOWN MY SPINE.
MY CHILLS IS THE WAY YOU TOUCH ME.
MY CHILLS YOU MAKE GLAD WITH A SMILE ON MY FACE..
MR. PROFESSOR. JERRY”BIG PAPA” WELLS
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