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Old Faithful

No, not a geyser,
Not a woman,
Old faithful sits
Patiently in my kitchen,
Awaiting my need for her

Old faithful is an organ,
Rich velvety tones
Growls when I ask her
Or spits, or even moans...

What a companion
She does make
No need for deception,
No room for fake...

She's gotten me through,
Many a rough time
She asks no questions
She's guilty of no crime

Her teeth, bared...
Ready to rock
She needs no food,
She reads no clock

She takes me away
On many a mystic trip
As we soar together
Joined at the hip

So keep your guitars,
Your trumpets, your bass
This girl is mine,
Smiling toothy face.


Copyright © tom bell | Year Posted 2008


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Quacking Crackers

Donald Duck Chancellor of this fowl kingdom 
wearing an upside down smile's raging hypocrite backwards 
this deranged Duck twitters to and fro as his unhinged subjects 
unwittingly applaud him onto a victory march that never appears equal 
except in his alternate universe of oneness 
 
Calamity Jane perchance is on the horizon 
while war looms close by this feather prides himself 
on his big show asking for a mirror to check his orange glow
he jokes and preens fading in and out so it would seem logical
tearing down all good morals he alienates with his constant magic escapades
 
 
Sleight of hand reflections move 
with this fake news it gets exposed
the big top rotates under an eclipsed lie
fire breathing condemning all those against his way
entering the arena for the next late show
 
Now Big Bird has been caught fibbing 
just when they thought everyone was safe
getting off the band wagon or so to speak
Just signing the pact with her feathered friend 
letting on they are getting on so well for the world to see buddies 
Almost joined at the hip like in their loyalty reigning over truth 
in this ungodly circus of the vainest sort
 
Where the funfair clowns abound
under fabrications an orangutan watches on 
beating his chest in an ape like manner and solid hands 
he has no way to express words
puffing and panting swaggers
living under thee umbrella protected from the truth’s influence
 
 
Alvin and his chipmunks sing the national anthem 
while the confederate flag waves goodbye over democracy
begins the three little pigs stages as they enter the building 
their houses from clay flamed with truth
ransomed for vanities sake no good ending can come

Earthquakes separate the earth
floods come with grave disaster  
hurricanes winds rise from the greatest source 
even this cannot deter or distract this awful Duck
one mission under a selfish chant of 
quack a doodle quack, quack a doodle quack, quack a doodle quack
which only translates to me 
only me, me only me, me only me!



a co written piece by Donna Loughman and Liam Mcdaid


Copyright © Donna Loughman | Year Posted 2017


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Quacking Crackers

Donald Duck Chancellor of this fowl kingdom 
wearing an upside down smile's raging hypocrite backwards 
this deranged Duck twitters to and fro as his unhinged subjects 
unwittingly applaud him onto a victory march that never appears equal 
except in his alternate universe of oneness 
 
Calamity Jane perchance is on the horizon 
while war looms close by this feathers pride himself 
on his big show asking for a mirror to check his orange glow
he jokes and preens fading in and out so it would seem logical
tearing down all good morals he alienates with his constant magic escapades
 
 
Sleight of hand reflections move 
with this fake news it gets exposed
the big top rotates under an eclipsed lie
fire breathing condemning all those against his way
entering the arena for the next late show
 
Now Big Bird has been caught fibbing 
just when they thought everyone was safe
getting off the band wagon or so to speak
Just signing the pact with her feathered friend 
letting on they are getting on so well for the world to see buddies 
Almost joined at the hip like in their loyalty reigning over truth 
in this ungodly circus of the vainest sort
 
Where the funfair clowns abound
under fabrications an orangutan watches on 
beating his chest in an ape like manner and solid hands 
he has no way to express words
puffing and panting swaggers
living under thee umbrella protected from the truth’s influence
 
 
Alvin and his chipmunks sing the national anthem 
while the confederate flag waves goodbye over democracy
begins the three little pigs stages as they enter the building 
their houses from clay flamed with truth
ransomed for vanities sake no good ending can come

Earthquakes separate the earth
floods come with grave disaster  
hurricanes winds rise from the greatest source 
even this cannot deter or distract this awful Duck
one mission under a selfish chant of 
quack a doodle quack, quack a doodle quack, quack a doodle quack
which only translates to me 
only me, me only me, me only me!



a co written piece by Donna Loughman and Liam McDaid


Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2017


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Islands

Islands

Islands are – it seems – so many of us.
Worlds apart – alone – in the seas of life.
Joined at the hip – by an adversarial universe.
Amputated from a living solar system
 by the master surgeons – insecurity, self doubt,
criticism, negativity,  skewed points of view. 

Tear tempests rage from within us.
 Tsunamis, tearing up any traces of,
the mighty oaks we may have been.

Islands - are we ?,  many lost in the sea of,
humanity all around, if, but we could see.
Drifting on crests of gigantic waves. 
Cradled within the troughs of ocean’s anger,
being tossed towards the brink of humanity,
on a journey that is carrying us through eternity.

Deserted islands we have become – by choice ? 
Ships that pass throughout our nights,
disembarking bodies – life boats to the shore,
these islands, secluded, to explore,
so many constipations lay within,
islands in the seas of humanity.
Islands of lost, empty souls,
islands floating – Sargasso Sea, 
islands adrift – apart.

Brilliant, stands that joyous orb,
screaming down upon us all – happiness –
on beams of dancing – feet,
gliding, rhythmically, across us desolate islands,
trying to part lightness into our days,
some days ?, many ?, 
it can not dissipate the haunting shadows,
shadows that shroud, darken our life’s experiences.
Good days – some – eclipsed by essence of our realities.

B. J. “A” 2 
February 22nd 2008 


Copyright © William J. Jr. Atfield | Year Posted 2013


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Walking the same path feeling the same thing

I know what your thinking before you even speak

Dancing through life cheek to cheek

Walk in each others steps until were smitten

We know our destiny before its written

Soul to soul our hearts do flip

Inseparable forever joined at the hip

Hand to hand eye to eye

Together again and time does fly

Back to back and face to face

Love is made in any given space

Senses are blinded and our minds do sing

Walking the same path feeling the same thing


Copyright © Kevin Clark | Year Posted 2013


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Change Of Address

My beloved father died
about six years ago
We were "joined-at-the-hip"
or were told that so,
When he died,
I kept getting his
credit card bills,
They grew impatient
for his ability to pay was nill

I got tired of trying
to explain,
That he wouldn't be signing
anymore checks again

So to one and all
I requested a form
A change of address...
What could be more norm?

I filled it out, new address:
Calverton National Cemetery
Area Z, plot  No.2540

And from that day,
And evermore,
No credit card bills
Did pass my door!

Another true tom tale.


Copyright © tom bell | Year Posted 2008


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Comedy Club Slapstick

tripwire with spiked barbs 
two trite puns joined at the hip
slapstick jabs that bruise


Copyright © Stephen Parker | Year Posted 2011


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Olympic Hurdle

The arch she holds is quite Roman 
The barrel of my pistol is elongated 
Click---Click---Bang; the race has begun 
Swerving, maneuvering, and dodging 
Joined at the hip on the last lap
Cramps begin to set in 
Only one will survive 
With her intuitive mind she turns right,
leaving me left 
Breaking the finish line tape dramatically 
Welcome to the winner's circle 


Copyright © Jaquay Atkins | Year Posted 2016


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A Driving Force : A World Apart

We were like the sun in the month of May Now we're like June, with the sun gone astray Like Ice on a July mornin Now, we don't belong We were like sand on the beach; so cleansing & smoothe But now we're like the shore, that's washed away We used to be sunshine on a cloudy day Now we're like the clouds, Gloomy & gray We used to connect on so many different levels But now, we're so far apart, there's no reception Now we can't talk We have no connection Our bond was so strong it could not be broken Now it's broken down with words unspoken We used to finish eachother's sentences, but Now we speak a different language We used to care about eachother,but Now we care about ourselves We used to get eachother,but Now we get tired We used to work things out,but Now we're both fired Used to be in our own world,but Now we're on different planets Used to share a mind,but Now,our thoughts are hard to find We used to know eachother so very well,but Now we're strangers We used to be joined at the hip,but Now we're a thousand feet away No force could pull us apart Now a driving force has separated our conjoined heart. .


Copyright © Kayla Bateaste | Year Posted 2012


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For The Birds

In a world of decayed morals
Where change happens in a blink
Choices are based on greed and sex
Soulmates are all but extinct

To say that people are joined at the hip
It's only a temporary thing
In these, "me first" times of self gratification
One simply just takes off their ring

Call yourself a hopeless romantic
But not when it comes to love
Soulmate is merely playing semantics
And only pertains to doves


Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2016


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BOOKS AND COVERS

"Books and Covers"
"Books and Covers" "Covers and Books" "Stories and Lovers" "Lovers and Stories" "Some Time It Took" "Spinning Wheels Spinning" "Needles Pricking Thumbs" "Agatha and Daphne" "Danvers is Rebecca's Mum" "Casting Fishing Hooks and Aspersions" "Bewitching Hour" "Drinking Potions of Lovespell's Nasturtiums" "Lost Love Woods" "Hidden Powers" "Wolves Walking Through Mirrors" "Poison and Plumbs" "Speaking in Tongues" "Let This Not Be Misunderstood" "Stone Throwers Judging" "Dark Nemesis" "Revelations Flying" "Tadpoles and Toads" "Tea Leaves & Tarot" "Broken Tsundoko Towers" "Witches Stealing Children" "Written on The Faces" "Windows of the Soul" "Betrayals Familiar, So It Goes" "Plural, Possessive, Singular" "Ghosts of a Nightmare" "Riding on the Breeze" "A Nun Living on the Run" "Blows Bless'ed Breath" "Scarlett Letters" "On a Smoking Gun" "Hester and a Pearl" "Running Revelations" "Praying Peace Treaties" "Cool Purple Praying on Her Knees" "Burned Blistering at The Crucible Assizes" "Reading Stories Writing" "Writing Stories Reading" "Books and Covers" "Covers and Books" "Judges and Juries" "Children and Mercy Pleas" "Destination Cross Roads" "Some Time it Took" "Inhales and Breathes" "Lobbying Politics" "- all the while -" "Stand Firm with Courage" "Live by THE BOOK" "Genuflect And Smile" "Chapters and Turning Leaves" "Prison Breaks and Stinging Bees" "Long Roads Wrapped in Blood Shed" "Broken Hearts and Family Trees" "Fires and Lady Bugs Flying off to Bed" "To Dream of Missing Children" "Dorothy's Red Shoes, The Golden Chord, The Key" "Beatles" "Let It Be" "RED" "Flying Monkeys and The Narcissist" "White Cygnet's been Mislead" "Now Sits in Dragon's Lair" "Winning Pigs That Fly" "A New Story to Inspire" "A Joan of Arc Kind of Story to be Read" "When Hell Freezes Over" "House of Cards on Fire" "Myth and Mystery" "Holding Hands With Thee" "White Lady of Skipsea" "Phantom Abbeys Murdered Monks" "Barking Black Hounds on the Hunt" "Raven's Wings Flying Higher and Higher" "Heaven and Hell" "LLB and Morpheus" "Ringing Dripping Deep Red Church Bells" "Bela Lugosi's Now Town Crier" "Incense Warnings Buried Under Nicene Spire" "The Evil Piper Pied" "Twin Flames Joined at the Hip for Eternity" "Love's Final Decree" "Whypt Syllabubs and Heady Julips" "Lives Trapped in Barbwire" "Sinking in the Mudman's Mire" "Albina and the Current Ghost" "Now" "Finally Free" "Justice Served" "Affairs in Order" "Only for the Girl" "Somewhere" "I AM HERE" "The Mercy Trip" "Swan's Feathers Unfurled" "The Time Cries NOW" "2" "BE" "SHE" "In Another Brand New World" (Lovejoy-Burton/March 2018) for my daughter, Georgia, with ALL my love, your mother.
1. "THE TEMPLE OF LOVE" https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p64wbdRBzjk
2. "CRAZY LOVE" https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pisIqsHwbTY 3. Pied / adjective : having two or more different colours. 4. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pied_Piper_of_Hamelin
"Do not choose the lesser life Do you hear me Do you hear me Choose the life that is yours The life that is seducing your lungs That is dripping down your chin"


Copyright © Leanne Lovejoy-Burton | Year Posted 2018


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The Chuch of Sight and Sound

We can’t stop what we’ve begun.
We’ve created a world that can’t be undone.
The beauty is ours for all to see.
As selfish as it may seem
It is all about the artists
you and I.
The bond that we share,
the works we prepare.
You and I 
joined at the hip,
two artists bound by the brush.
We worship together you and I,
in the temple of beauty ,
in the church of sight and sound.



Copyright © Bryan Griffin | Year Posted 2014


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Friends

As old scars fade
New hope blossoms
And I know it was because of you

The rough times;
Of course there are plenty.
But it was only one traffic light stopping on a never-ending journey

There will always be the three of us
Other friendships fade and break
Like precious vases left around a two year old

But not us, never us
No we are the steel of metals 
And the Oxygen Fluoride of compounds

The OT3’s of all OT3’s
We are YOFOBO United, Chop the Wood
What ya like and Balls deep.

We are endless stories that
Cannot be put into words
And *****es be jealous of our friendship

Of course we have ups and downs
And stupid arguments that are
0.5’s on the Richter magnitude scale

But we stick by each other
Joined at the hip like
Siamese twins.

In other words
Thank you and
I love you guys

And I’ll dance out
Wearing a hat I stole 
Just because I can.


Copyright © Teenage Frustrations | Year Posted 2013


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Links

Celibate to love
Attachments entrapment
Suffocates accepting expectation

Felicitous suppressants seem vague yet expecting acceptance to gleam
obediently wile anger continues to...
Our bond pulsates as days and nights are misinterpreted.

Inquiry demonstrates how to be a suitable leech
sucking patience from the reins of guided discontent.

Joined at the hip
Severed near the center
Dissected underneath.

What was once yoked to one another now hinges upon swollen pressure
The trembling heat of predictability examines the idea of being apart.

Broken rust the smell
Ripped apart in stillness
Should have left well enough alone at first.


Copyright © J Hamilton Gist | Year Posted 2015


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American Drivers

Perhaps car does enable American Drivers,
Like pose that a model might dream she could patent,
Or Rose file a lawsuit for fragrance infringement?
Divorce seems impossible, joined at the hip!

Today’s car and its driver approach being cyborgs,
The space they inhabit reserved, unrepentant,
The cyborgs aren’t dumb, and they love this arrangement,
Demand a wide berth, better button your lip!

It seems cars have evolved into moveable castles,
They separate rich from the poor with less power,
And give men the feeling that speed cannot hurt them,
Posh cockpit relaxes, surrounded by sound.

Any man in a car thinks he’s grown extra inches,
A car for a woman is vase for wildflower,
A youth in a car and it’s time for postmortem,
I wish that more folk had two feet on the ground.


Long Tooth
May 11, 2017


Copyright © Roof Missing | Year Posted 2017


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When planes fell from Heaven

“We were right the world is wrong.”

Declare the Siamese twins

joined at the hip of policy of lies.


Bush and Blaire, that friendly pair

demanding, pounding fists

on podiums of Red, White and Blue. 


The dynamic dual declare

“listen people we two alone,

 know what is best for you.”


They  are protecting you

Your mothers son

This is why we need our guns

Fun guns

Jet guns

Flying high beyond our sun.

CNN reports

Evil knocking at our global door.

Bush and Blaire assure

Evil lurking everywhere!
Do not discuss your unpatriotic views

With your friends or neighbor

Over phone receivers

Those wireless

Government monitors

Of UNBELIEVERS!!



Key words have been computerized

and memorized

They might be terrorized!


Don’t say them

Spell them

Code them

Think them

Big brother he still will find them.


Bomb 

Policy

War

Freedom

Peace

Rights

These all turn the tape.


What you thought was private

In freedoms name 

Has all  been raped.


Copyright © catherine Reinke | Year Posted 2009


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Walking With You

I am walking with you, barefoot,
My steps impressed with the weight
Of your love.

Sometimes I follow.
I allow my toes to echo your tracks and I am the skipping shadow of your steady footfall.

Sometimes we are side by side.
Stride by stride, joined at the hip, and there is something lyrical about the symmetry of steps in unison.

Sometimes I lead you.
My footprints like breadcrumbs on a lesser-known path, which, if followed, will bring you to your home.

I, your sure-footed companion, would have you know that
Whether behind, beside or beyond...
I will be with you.


Copyright © Annabelle Jane | Year Posted 2012


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Forever, Not Us

The first time that I saw you,
the angel of my dreams.
I thought we might be compatible,
but nothing is what it seems.
For going on two years now,
we have been joined at the hip.
Your jealousy is getting old,
it seems everything I do you flip.
I think we need some time apart,
no longer can I stay.
I have loved you always,
and will even after today.
Lord knows that I have tried,
tried to speak these words to you.
Look into your eyes like a man,
to say I am sorry but we're through.
So, I've composed this poem,
a craft that I do best.
This may be the last you see of me,
I think our time has reached it's crest.


Jared Pickett
11/29/2006
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Copyright © Jared Pickett | Year Posted 2010


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The Earth And You

We are joined at the hip
(all ribs borrowed);

at the core of time,
(the keeper of light)
abides a jewel
of perpetual return-

So trust
the deepening night

to have a healing way--

slip faithfully
from our hot canvas
of day
(running off 
a cooling trickle--

separated lovingly 
a blessing
such sleep

we are reconstituted...)

to be awakened
a fresh pallet
of prime and color....


Copyright © Joe DiMino | Year Posted 2016


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Youth and naivety

Bright eyes looking in the mirror
Curious, old, yet still striking.
Searching, wondering, mysterious.
All the comforts of youth and naivety.
Defiant and forthright 
What does that mean? 
Pig-headed and stubborn, one face looks into the other.
Forever constant and too fragile to change,
One end linking to the other,
Joined at the hip yet moving separately.
All the comforts of youth and naivety.
Sleeping and yet constantly awake 
in a private world of make believe, 
where everything is possible even when it's not.
The tired exploits of a forgotten past and over active imagination.
Belief and truth merging into one.
Looking into the mirror, curious, old, yet still striking.
All the comforts of youth and naivety.
What does that even mean?  

Sent from my iPhone


Copyright © Alicia Koch | Year Posted 2017


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Eternally Combined CONTINUED

27 Then one day she was running, she saw something beautiful.
28 She smiled walking towards him and asked how and why, as if dutiful.
29 He was different, she was different,
30 They both knew, between them was a current,
31 Something that would never work out, never last.
32 They felt tension, secrets, someone’s past.
33 They could not hold back, she told her secret, as did he.
34 They opened up as if they had each others key.
35 She was astonished, something she could never have guessed.
36 A vampire. At first she thought it was all a test.  
37 But she knew it be true, their confession
38 Out in the open, they were now each others possession.
39 She wanted something, something that made him ask why.
40 She wanted to be like him. Why? She could not clarify.
41 Maybe it was his long black hair or his cold pale lips.
42 No, forever, always joined at the hip.
43 Though she got her wish, this wasn’t it.
44 She was Beautiful, pale and cold, as when he bit,
45 But she was only half. A Hybrid forever.
46 But this is better than never.
47 They lived forever, eternally combined,
48 And when they past a human, they were always kind.
49 So if she had something to confess,
50 She could always cry in his chest.
51 And if there is something to fill, one last piece,
52 Their love will always be there and never cease.


Copyright © Megan Green | Year Posted 2008


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My Buddy

My Buddy

My Buddy
That’s what I call him
A term of affection
Best of friends

My Buddy
We’re inseparable
Joined at the hip
Two peas in a pod

My Buddy
Playmate for life
Affectionately secure
Intertwined at the heart

My Buddy
Each other’s world
Two of a kind
Father and son


Copyright © Jeff Morehead | Year Posted 2011


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MAYA INSPIRATION

Inspiration is found in the gift that is given from the soul. It iminates and 
resonates as drums beating and nature singing bring forth swift sound 
movement and rhythm to the inner being. 
It is often initiated silently so attention is not focused on the giver of this gift but its 
recipient.
Inspiration is found in the laughter at one's self over the life led and the things left 
behind are now quietly amusing. Some small memory now brings a smile as the 
thought transpires into imagery and if note worthy, is transformed to prose put 
down by pen to paper and if found - even much later - shall bring as much joy to 
the reader as it first did to the writer.
Inspiration, like beauty, is too found in the eye in the beholder but not so much for 
the joy rested upon the sight of the onlooker  but the inward delight brought on 
partaking in the wonderful exchange of words held captive in intense 
conversation.
Inspiration is found in far off lands where watching growth and development 
seem surreal and suspended and yet touches the heart so indepthly that its as if 
you too were right there, joined at the hip, at the hand or even more importantly at 
the heart.
Inspiration is found in breathtakenly simple parts of humanity that are often 
overlooked - until it is too late, often underrated until the world embraces it or 
denied until someone takes notice and simply loves it.
Inspiration is found in the faces you seek to love, love to see and leave you 
forever seeking more. Both now and tomorrow, inspiration once again has 
embraced my heart through the soft spoken of one such inspirational, 
phenomenal life.
Inspiration - I give you Maya Angelou.


Copyright © Kivya Lomax | Year Posted 2006


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Dark Brown Lights

     Outside
City lights gleam
               through the winter air
Cars rush by
The river flows on
                Inside the city
                          the beat
    of a million hearts
continues
          the melody of the metropolis 
is something
                      which we all
 dream of
let the bare bones
      of winter
   occupy our asphalt homeland
        We'll soon see another
light
       as it cuts through the
frigid air
       Before you head to dreamland
Write your story down
     let everyone know
that you, too
                  live in this homeland
   joined at the hip
          we urban dwellers
depend on one another
         Without cooperation
the music will die


Copyright © Matthew Anish | Year Posted 2007


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Egotismal

I gave birth to the monster
         Under my bed

It spoke softly of a sweeter time
    When I was the center of 
             Attention

And I craved it more than any drug
Intensely lonely
              fearful
              vicious
Snorted on a silver platter


It does not know of love 
  And frankly nor do I
For we joined at the hip
  When it donned my disguise

To know that we are one 
  In everlasting war
Until I light the fuse
  And detonate the core

I'll never go to sleep
I'll never say my prayers

The shadow's cast 
Across my floor
Quoth the monster:
 
givememore


Copyright © Yoni Dvorkis | Year Posted 2008