I live on the streets;
poor and cold.
Once so young,
now so old.
My wealth is gone
as are my clothes.
I wear nothing but a rag.
But all of this does not matter to me.
There's only one thing I really need..
Just a nice, hard ****
Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 9:10 AM UTC
I live on the streets;
poor and cold.
Once so young,
now so old.
My wealth is gone
as are my clothes.
I wear nothing but a rag.
But all of this does not matter to me.
There's only one thing I really need..
Just a nice, hard ****
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