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Apr 2014
don't blame me because
the sand in your ******
is irritating you
go take a shower
and while you're at it
shave that pathetic excuse
of *** fluff you call a beard
from your perfect face
and while you're at it
wash away
the verbal diarrhoea
caught in the corner
of perfectly firmed lips
and while you're at it
practice in front of the mirror
saying
I can only criticise
when I'm more perfect
than you

then come back to me
apologise
and say something new
a constant source of amusement to me is comments :) a constant source of inspiration also :)
Helen
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