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13h
"A man must betray his twin
To enter the office"

Detectives aren't allowed in good standing room

These families are organized

Genovese

Testa, the Senate

The wills don't exist

We don't have any documents in hear, you see?

What would you and wouldn't you believe about white powers that be?

They pay for the tab.
These are reproachable and enjoyable times on the table
Do they make a mobsters of us against the table and not the wall.

No cameo a cameo

Send country in, she's up for it

The talcom powdered crotch pays no rent
It's the liable of the city corner she sells scarfs in that worried a gentleman

Maybe your dad's not poor yet!?


Whatever mixture that thing that that crew is on isn't open delivery or the blood inside gets snagged on a map

O.k. there is Irish -Β Β American regiments out here
Stacked in different arrivals
400 years ago as you come barging in to their life
They want action

Dreams of passing history textbooks while we just went back to school in the old country

She's his one and only he just cheated again oh my aren't we full of **** before dinner

I'm at the Senate right now
That takes the wrap all the time

Whatever muchacho is on gets a way from secrets

Another one of me will also tell you your likely to sleep with every man you see in that shape your running up there gladis!

Now son let's have a news plan about sharing hour

Now bring Genovese his message from testas interior corridor then we have times to read

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Look I'm assured here that Genovese and myself are, still, company men

With a fold to read
In the Times again we go
Then the hours and some food

John Barbato
Another, of better of us
To raise her hands to a capo
At all times my daughter's
Will embrace his lapels

For in his fidelity I was found as
A faithful man


The lapel of Genovese
An Irish poem for a jelly belly runs to her arch


The low branding capitalist obnoxious becomes caught in venture escapes towards crime

Mexican Mafia drug tangled and narcissisticly exploited by street ****

Permanent ink in his brain hate

Over exposed normal guy going head to head with racism

Not a bad teeter totter
Now a potential energy with police bald head around his American courthouse by the Pacific Ocean
Schmuck wins

During a state political turmoil and smalling of the cities mind in the market

Morally he dive in by dropping out to be a normal load

Denmark John will ponder the apple river
While the testa capitalist and herself wait in split hostage heads
Of poor Irish people

Oh the Vatican!

Yeah but the Satan stores open?

All the drugs from my ***** education agency tap tap money.

Eat dead allowance!

On earth spills?

She's a gem
Written by
kevin  44/M/california
(44/M/california)   
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