Candy corn scorn, ace
I've got your poem right here!
Pecker diddle,
addresses itself to my right nipple, goes:
I think you're really swell sweetheart, I've
got a bucket of buckets for
ya right here.
I'm so sorry, I pout pretty,
as the peeping curtain draws.
2 days ago
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Rock
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