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Sep 2012
Oh, I ready to hear the lines.
That love's interest uses many of times.
So sell me.
Sell me the pitch.

Tell me
How you can do this for me?
If I let you.
Tell me.
I never suffer for anything.

Like a pitcher trying to earn a strike.
You toss out things in generalization.
That you know I might like.

You selling me a pitch.
So sell me.

But let me warn you.
I'm the umpire controlling the rules.

So you might get three strikes quick.
If you instantly offends me.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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