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fat monkey's with beady little eyes wander back and forth along the kitchens edges licking their lips and hungrily kneading their hands while i tend the pots and kettle wearing my best low rent apparel and listening to only the finest of garage grunge its miami gardens in springtime and all the pretty people are strutting the boardwalk looking for backwater bargains at cheap motels she is here with me in her barley there bikini fashionably perfect in all the politically correct ways its perpetual summer in miami gardens all the sour hearts on the phone making travel arrangements the snowbunnys are out in force this year can't step one foot to a western wind with treading on some ugly mug but they are oh so friendly don't you want to cuddle up with some furry little monster its wintertime in miami gardens she strips down to her birthday suit and the monkeys start getting itchy in their mohair leisure suits   its hard to get comfortable in your own skin in the land of picture perfect bodies on the sand so lets all sit down to eat share a meal and a mile of road maybe we can find enough in common to keep out the cold thinking about miami gardens in spring
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Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 6:17 PM UTC
miami gardens
fat monkey's with beady little eyes wander back and forth along the kitchens edges licking their lips and hungrily kneading their hands while i tend the pots and kettle wearing my best low rent apparel and listening to only the finest of garage grunge its miami gardens in springtime and all the pretty people are strutting the boardwalk looking for backwater bargains at cheap motels she is here with me in her barley there bikini fashionably perfect in all the politically correct ways its perpetual summer in miami gardens all the sour hearts on the phone making travel arrangements the snowbunnys are out in force this year can't step one foot to a western wind with treading on some ugly mug but they are oh so friendly don't you want to cuddle up with some furry little monster its wintertime in miami gardens she strips down to her birthday suit and the monkeys start getting itchy in their mohair leisure suits   its hard to get comfortable in your own skin in the land of picture perfect bodies on the sand so lets all sit down to eat share a meal and a mile of road maybe we can find enough in common to keep out the cold thinking about miami gardens in spring
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Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 6:17 PM UTC
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