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From his rib, Eve was made Genuflecting paralysis Stuck in half down position Or is it half up? Thought I was on the rise But immobility within reverence Aslant to benevolence Is quirky sacred stuff Might just as well be penitent For entirety of mankind's mishaps Women's too Can't discriminate, ya know Pleasing it is to discover A close assimilation to childbirth My gargantuan **** plug Is as close as I can aspire to Fertility Goddess
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Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 12:17 PM UTC
God Stricken
From his rib, Eve was made Genuflecting paralysis Stuck in half down position Or is it half up? Thought I was on the rise But immobility within reverence Aslant to benevolence Is quirky sacred stuff Might just as well be penitent For entirety of mankind's mishaps Women's too Can't discriminate, ya know Pleasing it is to discover A close assimilation to childbirth My gargantuan **** plug Is as close as I can aspire to Fertility Goddess
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Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 12:17 PM UTC
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