Rhymes sweetly, but can me a
***** my finger won't I still bleed.
Times toughen, and kick me in my
As trees grow, life will reseed.
Walks manly, and scratches my
Ball's in your court, bounce my way.
Talks fanning flames, I don't give a
Dam for beavers, I shall not stray.
Words come faster, so call me a
******* looking for his father
Figure me out in your secret mind
**** get out, look for another.
Oct 15, 2010
Oct 15, 2010 at 2:49 PM UTC
Rhymes sweetly, but can me a
***** my finger won't I still bleed.
Times toughen, and kick me in my
As trees grow, life will reseed.
Walks manly, and scratches my
Ball's in your court, bounce my way.
Talks fanning flames, I don't give a
Dam for beavers, I shall not stray.
Words come faster, so call me a
******* looking for his father
Figure me out in your secret mind
**** get out, look for another.
omegadrax 2010.
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