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Jim socks and honestly 
I bet 
a bigger better bag
of eat
and oh maybe
I'll say excuse me 
tonight
a la mode 
and or load in the shorts
so the courts find me guilty 
I'm filthy.
I'm famous for piss. 
Piss me off
Fuck my hands
send me off 
like a band of behemoths. 
A squeamish man is-not-a-man
or a mammal 
malice towards a camel
lake ocean
and babbling brook 
Anne Frank handled it well
Academically
Flu epidemic. Lee
Harvey Oswald. Waldo
Donde estas?
Where's your dad?
Is he happy?
For you I'll adaptively choose to be tactical 
Lisa is moaning 
for you. 
Posted: 2014-02-09 18:05:48 UTC

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