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on a good day

Not and then again a kind of annoyance I see here taking place.

I am smiling when I get out of this place.

 

So fake. The taparoo he speaks of

And less than elevated is my mood as I await the verdict of my income status.

 

This is what happens...

When one is not of the workman's habits,

Thus is moi.

 

Whoa! I had not known

Rendering the lone, clone, honed

Underwear so blown out of its natural positioning:

It is not me but his epiphany.

 

Simply riveting this horor movie ***** and all her galore.

 

(Yawn)

I'm bored.

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Written by
karen-hoose
American
Published
Sep 29, 2010
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Jack says this ones A-OK, so hey.... 9/29/2010

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