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Phallic Gallic Fella
phallic hellic gallic fella,
slipped and fell into the cellar,
gargled with a vat of wine,
stayed for a longish time,
when he found one Isabella,
she was dark as one othello,
hot and steamy primed to go,
seconds later there she blows,
yes you bloody so n so
said the Isobella...
words could not dispella.
i do rattle on ,
Its her fault........Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S.
Don
As you see below Linda-Marie,
your words were ferterlized by me,
so i put it in a poem,
chinese phallus buzzing home..
Yes trials is what its all about,
come here to suffer learn about,
tangled pig trough for the snout,
this methinks without a doubt... :)
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Don Johnson
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