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Girald Mar 2015
fought not for gold
but only atold
god and glory
was our only story
Girald Feb 2015
oh how i love the *****
such a beautiful sight
how it glows under the sea
without the slightest fight
it is like orange juice
on a cool summer day
without the orange
and only the play
so here i say
one more day
oh how i love the *****
how it leads me a fray
Girald Feb 2015
Oh bee from michigan
so much intuition
such beautiful lips
with the barrel pointed alright
i could only imagine those hips
and assume you are, tight.

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