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Jan 2014
I can not stumble for this damsel.
Philanthropy seldom works out for I.
The damsel know's my interest, and it's level to be rather prime.
Which makes it hard to cop-out with out being the bad guy.
Maybe it is best, to avoid my damsel's ground.
I must justify these days...
let them grow a hefty beard,
so I can pop one off and say I've had a couple of relaxing beers.
Can I do it though?
Can I leave?
Or am I just too afraid of it just being me?
Should I just fool around, the same the damsel fools me?
Perhaps, I should flee and leave the damsel to breathe.

*Why would a damsel like her, want a damsel like me?
Written by
Хейли  Россия
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