your behavior is ****** she writes to him,
you're a boar, without a cure,
my good ant Anna often asks me,
how the hail i except you,
she says you belong to that banned of men
that effect a woman's life badly
she also suspects you of elicit affairs
goes on to ad you are to me not fare
and we too don't make a good pare
its about time we go our own weigh
since we don't feet each other at all.
i'm sorry though
i had to pain you this heartful later
but bitter swoon than letter.
p.s. thank god i mate the man who scares and laughs me more than you.
Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 1:42 PM UTC
your behavior is ****** she writes to him,
you're a boar, without a cure,
my good ant Anna often asks me,
how the hail i except you,
she says you belong to that banned of men
that effect a woman's life badly
she also suspects you of elicit affairs
goes on to ad you are to me not fare
and we too don't make a good pare
its about time we go our own weigh
since we don't feet each other at all.
i'm sorry though
i had to pain you this heartful later
but bitter swoon than letter.
p.s. thank god i mate the man who scares and laughs me more than you.
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