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Aug 2014
open up the fidgerator door,
drop the magnet that held the list and chores
looked for the dog caught a whiff of the floor
that little ***** **** on her delicate decour
im house sitting
now im wishing
i can still make the move on you,
making mac and cheese
eating all of there food
i brought you back here to impress
hopin i could get under the covers
even though i was under your dressed
i sliced and chopped
salads flopped and tossed
**** i was just hoping our meals would exchange
i made you gourmet
mac cheese and ******
got lossed while talking to her
made mixed drinks and flavors
taught being thankful
speaked more then r. kellys closet single
Zachary
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Zachary
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