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Aug 2019
You know that little ***** that has many hooked.
Just a thrill of it have many upon a fantasy trip.
That little ***** that drives some men and women wild.

They hooked.
They cry.
They beg and yes hate to say **** if it's not assigned to them to enjoy.

That little ***** that has pills to cure them with minutes endurances.
Now has the power to prolong the joyful thrill.
****, the magic of the color blue.

And now we have the color pink to run amok.
****, what the life of those that not into using the little *****?
They not missing much.

Well, if we are truthful?
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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