Sanks

dang plank driver.cadiver dawg.log truck burnin left of course.worse still was bill 
bradley,an over paid caddy.daddy dearest must have beard us.lust that he 
isnt,pension plans in hands,dandylions fightin over which is worst.cursed that 
they are,your a star if your trouble.luck on the hubble.no psychic ability out there.to 
all liberals.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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