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Designing the Fourth

Life ******* heat, sweat dripping

from head to feet. trying my best to stay cool,

hoping I don't look like a fool

sitting here and starting to drool.

God bless America and the designer

of women's clothing everywear.

and yes that's wear with an E.A.R.

Stars and stripes forever, especially

when they cover so little skin.

 

Forgive me Father for I have sinned.

So much lust and not enough ******

I'm about to bust, don't think I can wait til' dusk.

That's when the real men busk, and they're

hoping to take home a little more than spare dollar bills.

Get your quills ready boys, cause nothing here is steady.

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Jul 22, 2013
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