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We **** like hail, When she opens heaven All hell breaks loose. Cold and fast Hard and rough But it always ends As a ***** wet mess.
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Aug 7, 2011
Aug 7, 2011 at 10:11 AM UTC
We **** Like Hail
We **** like hail, When she opens heaven All hell breaks loose. Cold and fast Hard and rough But it always ends As a ***** wet mess.
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Aug 7, 2011
Aug 7, 2011 at 10:11 AM UTC
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