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Nov 2013
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Completely uncensored
Dear Lord, forgive me, for I know not what I do.
Guttural *******
To the nth
Degree
Take my innards
Out, inside of me
Busted chariots of fruit and linens
I know something
Something you didn’t
I busted a nut
Over the moon
I took a girl out
Taught her to swoon
I am the English
I am the martyr
I took two to three hours
“*******” your daughter
I am the *****
And I am the ****
I spent all night
Learning to twerk

Busting my guts over injurious
Thought processes
I did this, to the best of my lessons.
M Clement
Written by
M Clement  Oregon
(Oregon)   
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