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Team's playing with all they got
fan's a cheering
cheerleader's freezing
jeff and tonya sharing
blanket and coco
holding hand's and kissing
in the bleacher's
no one keeping score
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Gina
always lights up a room
a smile as big as a lollipop
smells fresher then new cut hay
loving as a new puppy
works harder then a beaver
heart as big as the grand canyon
the specialists person in my life
cooks better then sara lee
fishs better then bill dance
more outdoors then davy crocket
sews better then a sewing machine
builds better then the amish
drives better then jeff gordon
glows brighter then the sun
thats why we love gina
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T-shirt smells like sweat
dirty pants
holes in socks
stinking boots
wash beautiful hair
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Grandma's House
great smell's of baked good's
lot's of hug's and kisses
alway's a safe place
Grandma alway's relaxed
knitting and rocking away
watching us play.
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Flop hit the street's
caring everything in a pack
hitchhiking from town to town
alway's wanting to meet
a gal's he meet
were into head game's
and when they knew
he was on the street's
they laughed and got away
quickly
flop scored a job
flipping burger's
after a bit he got a room
one rainy night he
meet a gal her name was
sally
flop invited sally to
spend the night no string's
enjoying each other's
company
morning came they departed way
forever friend's
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Is this beautiful woman real?
Does she have a story in those big blue eye's?
Red hair long and flowing,her perfume is
like a scent of heaven.
Those long leg's seem to go on forever.
does she realize that her slim, curvy body
drive's men insane?
Her firm milky breast with just enough
ceveage really does help her get her way.
when she speak's in her low sexy voice
get men to sit up and pay attention.
Her tight fitting dress even catche's the
women's eye's
when she walk's down the street she make's
everyone's heart skip a beat.
she blew me a kiss with those moist red lip's
my thoat got dry and could'nt speak
When she put's on her daisy duke's
well all be complete summer
time is her let all cheer.
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As boys when at dances when at dances
when a girl gets close we look at the grow.
As teens at school dances we cant keep
our eyes off their headlights.
As adults when at dances we cant take our
eyes off of sports on tv.
As seniors at dances we cant keep our eyes open.
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Darkness fall's the killer awake's
pull's on his boot's time to hunt
the killer has an evil siniser twisted mind
no feeling's, no moral's, no regret's
just self-satisfaction total gradifaction
the family of victim's he hurt never
come's to mind
he awaken's in a drunken -drug vision
time to hunt
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she went on a hike
over the hill and down
to the flowing stream
she came upon a stomp
she set on the stump
reviewing her life
she envisioned the good times
blocked out the bad
wondering why no one
ever brought her flowers
as she was day dreaming
a guy hiked up gave her
mand m's and a flower
she was so happy
next time she got flowers
was at her funernal
everyone was crying
she left a note
you all didn't bring me
flowers when i was alive
why bring them now?
i can't see them to enjoy
i'll see you all in hell
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Hey, Hey,
can you fill the need to bleed
alcohol lets its flow quicker
blood flows down the body it warmth
making you want to piss
blood always turns me totally on
ladies do it best when they cut their wrist
nice warm bath candles lit
no mess for the rest i can only
control how fast or how slow it flows
i control the suffering you control the pain
the night time is the right time
to make it bleed
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