I picked a pitch fork with a tinny tooth & a rearward claw in mortar as blue ***** bitties suckle each other crawlin' across Trump's border by 𝑷𝒐𝒍𝒂 𝘉𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘬𝘺

Nov 2017

I picked a pitch fork with a tinny tooth & a rearward claw in mortar as blue ***** bitties suckle each other crawlin' across Trump's border

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

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𝑷𝒐𝒍𝒂 𝘉𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘬𝘺 ˢⁱᵐᵖᵃⁿᵍ ᴮᵉᵈᵒᵏ, ˢⁱⁿᵍᵃᵖᵒʳᵉ

(ˢⁱᵐᵖᵃⁿᵍ ᴮᵉᵈᵒᵏ, ˢⁱⁿᵍᵃᵖᵒʳᵉ)

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