Quicksand approaching with the clarity of a swinging jailhouse
It rocks under the Elvis moon like a hidden glued rubber soul
Wet not slippery, cause of the nosy sneakers that worked their way in
'You got a problem to fix',yelld mr. Smokey
Expect nothing is my advise
The Atlantic surfers got closer to riptide as if a nuclear campfire could be avoided
Some Silky Road diners just changed their *** to get ready for porcupine
Robot pencils drew it so fast
As the results were outstanding
May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 5:32 PM UTC
Quicksand approaching with the clarity of a swinging jailhouse
It rocks under the Elvis moon like a hidden glued rubber soul
Wet not slippery, cause of the nosy sneakers that worked their way in
'You got a problem to fix',yelld mr. Smokey
Expect nothing is my advise
The Atlantic surfers got closer to riptide as if a nuclear campfire could be avoided
Some Silky Road diners just changed their *** to get ready for porcupine
Robot pencils drew it so fast
As the results were outstanding
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