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I drive around in my car Searching for tight female bottoms I needn't drive far I tried using my IPad, but It was not meant to be Far too big, and clumsy So with my iPhone I tried my luck I missed one opportunity The other phot was blurry Shucks Well, I approach From the back And with one small tap An image of a toned **** On my screen So strange and sad This is part Of my American Dream When you are poor Life can be dull A bit of a bore Always alone No loving embrace From a woman And no place That feels like home 7 o'clock is the walking hour My therapist spoke Of her higher power But she cared most For money Better not to speak of her Let things be Toned tight butts In suburban neighborhoods I will try my luck
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Oct 7, 2016
Oct 7, 2016 at 10:20 PM UTC
Toned Tight Butts
I drive around in my car Searching for tight female bottoms I needn't drive far I tried using my IPad, but It was not meant to be Far too big, and clumsy So with my iPhone I tried my luck I missed one opportunity The other phot was blurry Shucks Well, I approach From the back And with one small tap An image of a toned **** On my screen So strange and sad This is part Of my American Dream When you are poor Life can be dull A bit of a bore Always alone No loving embrace From a woman And no place That feels like home 7 o'clock is the walking hour My therapist spoke Of her higher power But she cared most For money Better not to speak of her Let things be Toned tight butts In suburban neighborhoods I will try my luck
MattG
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Oct 7, 2016
Oct 7, 2016 at 10:20 PM UTC
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