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Nov 2017
It rained on the night that we first had ****** ******* with a pan
& I could feel your pancreas rise & fall like some nice garbage man
& I could feel your pancreas rise & fall like a crippled garbage man
& I could feel your pancreas rise & fall like a princely garbage man
& I could feel your pancreas rise & fall like a loveless garbage man
You moaned like general George Washington a lot I guess when he
dazzled old bald John Adams in Martha's 1st term, first lady's dress
𝘚𝘢𝘻𝘺 π—•π—²π—Ώπ—Ήπ—Άπ—»π˜€π—Έπ˜†
(Simpang Bedok, Singapore)   
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