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Weeks past, I overlooked A pass you made on the overpass; Now it comes to pass you touch my *** under the underpass, and under my underpants. These things These things come These things come in These things come in threes. Now Harder than a Portuguese defibrillator to rhyme Harder than Chinese algebra later than bed time So hard it’s long, no longer “Well hung” and you are coming atop my tongue.
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Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 10:50 PM UTC
You make it hard
Weeks past, I overlooked A pass you made on the overpass; Now it comes to pass you touch my *** under the underpass, and under my underpants. These things These things come These things come in These things come in threes. Now Harder than a Portuguese defibrillator to rhyme Harder than Chinese algebra later than bed time So hard it’s long, no longer “Well hung” and you are coming atop my tongue.
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Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 10:50 PM UTC
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