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Yes. He is Right. The ****** of the Foot To clear your Cache from Un-Licensed Folly For Season's Head be his; Though top his Cute Keeps his Shirt within his Testimony And why so, we ask? Though Shine's Tempting Phase Smiles her Invitation for your Accord Considering - your Ripened Fruit will taste Sweetness from the Flesh; Sour from the Word Yet till when must these Base Tenses beware Task our Wild Syllables from Preconcept If with Fingers shutter those who would dare To **** your Virtue with such Misconcept. Power to the Ball. The Kingdom God's Sport As most Dippers fare a better Consort.
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Mar 29, 2013
Mar 29, 2013 at 12:27 PM UTC
SONNET TRIBUTE SUNDRY - ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY FIVE - #NKCAUK - TOM DALEY
Yes. He is Right. The ****** of the Foot To clear your Cache from Un-Licensed Folly For Season's Head be his; Though top his Cute Keeps his Shirt within his Testimony And why so, we ask? Though Shine's Tempting Phase Smiles her Invitation for your Accord Considering - your Ripened Fruit will taste Sweetness from the Flesh; Sour from the Word Yet till when must these Base Tenses beware Task our Wild Syllables from Preconcept If with Fingers shutter those who would dare To **** your Virtue with such Misconcept. Power to the Ball. The Kingdom God's Sport As most Dippers fare a better Consort.
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Mar 29, 2013
Mar 29, 2013 at 12:27 PM UTC
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