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This mad son I am at that mother was Faithless to father art from Heaven fell Into hands holding for punch line applause Bellowing back positively the buzz Previewed in papers which to fame propel This mad son I am at that mother was Caked with make up for it by smearing gauze Applied with shade at saving face from Hell Into hands holding for punch line applause Better heard the way the hack joker does Find first himself snicker at stones to tell This mad son I am at that mother was Out of the closet extracting worn bras With tissue *** ******* therein put well Into hands holding for punch line applause Thundering laughter at flames just because Here with the ****** you are blessed to rebel This mad son I am at that mother was Into hands holding for punch line applause
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Oct 16, 2022
Oct 16, 2022 at 1:19 PM UTC
At That Mother Was
This mad son I am at that mother was Faithless to father art from Heaven fell Into hands holding for punch line applause Bellowing back positively the buzz Previewed in papers which to fame propel This mad son I am at that mother was Caked with make up for it by smearing gauze Applied with shade at saving face from Hell Into hands holding for punch line applause Better heard the way the hack joker does Find first himself snicker at stones to tell This mad son I am at that mother was Out of the closet extracting worn bras With tissue *** ******* therein put well Into hands holding for punch line applause Thundering laughter at flames just because Here with the ****** you are blessed to rebel This mad son I am at that mother was Into hands holding for punch line applause
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44/M/Owosso, Mi.
Oct 16, 2022
Oct 16, 2022 at 1:19 PM UTC
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