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Feb 2014
You know it when it hits you,
it's like an avalanche of hot rocks,
it knocks your socks off,
yes she does,
gives me the buzz,
I drone with a smile,
my mind is roaming,
foaming here at the mouth,
I wanna phone home,
give a dog it's bone,
then get ****** on fine wine,
it's like that you know,
it's not a snow job,
I don't need a watch fob,
I got her now &
she's always on time,
she's right on
me spiraling rhyme.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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