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Post by Steve on Dec 29, 2006 14:07:22 GMT -5
May be It was his sweater The perfect display Mannequin With the bottom hem resting Right above the stitching Of his kaki ass pockets Blue ribbed Twisting around his back Strangling his hands While he stood
May be It was the fact that I wanted to tread On his face Make sure to Break that nose With my heel So he can never Walk With that heir Again
Leave his nose Hooked Towards his Asshole lips This way He’s able to Smell The shit He tries to Sell.
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