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There was not a lot to worry about so nothing could be held up without it being sold Faberge' brushed shoulders with art deco pieces money paid guaranteed immediate releases The reps had phones to their ears getting the nod there was a clown's outfit which was rather odd because the clown was still inside - did the body come too? or was it to be stripped naked like me and you? We have lost everything - it's all in the room there was a smile from a man leaning on a broom I want my sofa back, my favourite armchair the bed we made love in where you lay bare Even your smile was for sale, admired from afar golf clubs, personal effects, my teeth in a jar
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Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 5:53 PM UTC
THE AUCTION ROOM
There was not a lot to worry about so nothing could be held up without it being sold Faberge' brushed shoulders with art deco pieces money paid guaranteed immediate releases The reps had phones to their ears getting the nod there was a clown's outfit which was rather odd because the clown was still inside - did the body come too? or was it to be stripped naked like me and you? We have lost everything - it's all in the room there was a smile from a man leaning on a broom I want my sofa back, my favourite armchair the bed we made love in where you lay bare Even your smile was for sale, admired from afar golf clubs, personal effects, my teeth in a jar
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Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 5:53 PM UTC
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