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Shrek To Love

When no. 1 came to me, he had Hollywood written on his forehead and a white speedless horse, he had moves and moods, Armani air and hair gel, and at times was more spiteful than any woman I've known. But dash it all, spit on your neck, fantastic, I just had to say no, no way was he the Ogre I was waiting for.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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