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Oct 2015
You made me bend a page
And now how shall I
Just how shall I fault you?
I'll let you gather enough foam
To lather thy senses
For you see tis not
Yes tis not a simple one
Just look above and see
Wil I dry your ***?
Or you dry thee?
Game is on!
john p green
Written by
john p green  florida
(florida)   
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