Tree Vine
Say the max,
get the hey away from it,
resolve resolve,
come fresh and clean,
sojourn with the bong,
get it to be torn,
sweat it out all along,
bang the booty to be born...
Smooth as pickles,
paper scratches...
Copyright © Jimmi Canada | Year Posted 2019
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