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I thought she was a **** chick, I also thought she was true, But she was only true to my **** I remember that chicken breast, She flaunt her legs in privy, Now it's someone else's leg piece, Someone else will devour it over, I won't ever get that very chick, Because it was just a quick dream.
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Aug 9, 2016
Aug 9, 2016 at 8:23 PM UTC
**** Chick In My Plate
I thought she was a **** chick, I also thought she was true, But she was only true to my **** I remember that chicken breast, She flaunt her legs in privy, Now it's someone else's leg piece, Someone else will devour it over, I won't ever get that very chick, Because it was just a quick dream.
Dreamt about an edible chicken last night. My HP Poem #1109 ©Atul Kaushal
Atul
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35/M/Indian
Aug 9, 2016
Aug 9, 2016 at 8:23 PM UTC
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