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Although it was early in our courtship I thought You and I had a lasting relationship We hit it off like  celebrities at an Oscar presentation I was totally enamored, there was no hesitation Only to discover I was just one of your boy toys More to the point, just another one  of your donor boys I'm just an ornament you hang on your Christmas tree I just wasn't good enough to complement your pedigree I'm just another amulet hanging from your neck Good God woman you're nothing but a train wreck Now I see you for who you really are You squeezed my grunions in a vise and put them in a jar Only to discover I was part of an  array You put on the shelf as an elaborate display I wasn't even  good enough for a seat in the front row I guess our relationship  was nothing but a freak show I was nothing but an ornament to satisfy your  ego While I still have some semblance of pride I think it's time to go.
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Feb 27, 2019
Feb 27, 2019 at 11:03 PM UTC
Genital Chain
Although it was early in our courtship I thought You and I had a lasting relationship We hit it off like  celebrities at an Oscar presentation I was totally enamored, there was no hesitation Only to discover I was just one of your boy toys More to the point, just another one  of your donor boys I'm just an ornament you hang on your Christmas tree I just wasn't good enough to complement your pedigree I'm just another amulet hanging from your neck Good God woman you're nothing but a train wreck Now I see you for who you really are You squeezed my grunions in a vise and put them in a jar Only to discover I was part of an  array You put on the shelf as an elaborate display I wasn't even  good enough for a seat in the front row I guess our relationship  was nothing but a freak show I was nothing but an ornament to satisfy your  ego While I still have some semblance of pride I think it's time to go.
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M/kennewick washington
Feb 27, 2019
Feb 27, 2019 at 11:03 PM UTC
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