I'm slap-happpy happy. The extra P is to mark my territory. by Ｉｎｇｒｉｄ

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Nov 2017

I'm slap-happpy happy. The extra P is to mark my territory.

Open your eyes. I baked pies.
I love you most with buttered toast.
Your teeth look tired. I'll chew for awhile.
I'm all begotten wrong by a long Hong Kong sing-song Tong

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