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Jul 2014
Sitting here..******* here.. time to get off this ***..
***.. the drug.. ***.. the seat
Cold pad.. hard pad..
Pad with heat...
Just does not matter..
It's all the same..
This big ring on my ***.
Toilet seat to blame..

Still sitting here..on seat with pad..
Wishing your love didn't hurt so bad..
Ha..
I must really want this..
For years.. this is all I've got..
Knowing now what I need to do..
Take a big fat ****..and get off this ***...
For real..
Written by
Dina Van Meter  San Francisco
(San Francisco)   
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