"pervy" poems
Bunga Bunga everywhere,
a powerful man with silly hair
seduced a girl too young and scared,
was married too but didn’t care.
Corrupt and feared!
Bunga Bunga sounds like fun,
a swimming pool and saucy sun,
an Egyptian that was on the run
Or, under-aged Morocun
Who ****** the boss!
Bunga Bunga ***** and *****
coffles of women to choose
and buy and grab and ride and use,
with confidence
and so much to lose,
but why didn’t he lose?
Why didn’t he lose when it was on the news
and hundreds of thousands of people accused
him of scandal and incompetence?
He never revealed his conscience
or any remorse for play boy antics
so far removed from his pedantic
stereotype as a political leader,
more like a ****** wheeler dealer,
pervy old ***** geezer,
over cologned,
greasy,
heavy breather;
machinating falsifier;
misogynistic **********
He prized a Ruby above the rest.
Bunga bunga, what a pest...
she leaked his private fetish fest;
poor Silvio, he tried his best
to hide the bribes and bets
and ****** and drugs and threats
but never could care
what was right and
what was fair.
Could only care
about the colour of his
**** hair.
May 8, 2018
May 8, 2018 at 11:45 AM UTC
Isn't it lovely
When pervy men
Pop up in your DM box
And try to make you feel
That you are a failure
Hmm
Someone's pen
Is thicker than his ****
Jul 1, 2016
Jul 1, 2016 at 11:36 PM UTC
Upon a morning dreary
I took a **** which left my ******* weary
I wiped
I flushed
I exited the bathroom blushed
Twelve hours passed
Since that horrid **** left my ***
And low and behold
A smell flowed to my nose
Just as a burning arose
Underneath my *******
I knew too late the **** had stained
The flesh, my taint tucked under my ******** train
ONE WIPE WAS NOT ENOUGH...
Pretty soon around six o'clock
There came upon my door a knock knock knock
And who was there?
Who did I hear calling to my ears?
It was the *** positive, gonarreah infested, scabies encrusted, syphilis ridden, transexual sex-kitten I had started a relationship with over Craig's List
Now, listen children carefully to this...
***** tucked hisher's lips around hisher's teeth
And began a ******* that could make the Hulk weak
But it was over in a jif
When ***** caught a wiff
And that little sneak
Took a pervy peak
At the feces widely spread underneath
***** RAN AWAY CRYING
I was laughing so hard I thought I was dying
That pesky little poo
Left on hisher bottom lip
Made that entire bathroom trip
FULLFILLING
Oct 11, 2012
Oct 11, 2012 at 9:14 PM UTC
lil jack horner sat with a *****
in fantasy islands delight
pulled out his **** wanked in a sock,
then it was time for good night
Mar 4, 2010
Mar 4, 2010 at 9:55 AM UTC
If I could have any superpower, I'd like to be able to breath underwater, go as deep as you like, see all those beautiful things that live beneath the waves, maybe even find something nobody else ever has. No wait, scrap that, if I could have any superpower, it's definitely gotta be flight. I mean, how cool is that, right? I could totally just sneak up on my mates on the 31st floor and they'd be all like, what? And I'd be like yeah, **** it. Actually, that's just childish. And someone would probably call the government and I'd have to go into hiding so they don't do some secret testing on me or something. Wait a minute, that's it! If I could have any superpower it would be invisibility. I could get out of anything, ever. How can I be in trouble if they can't find me? I could also just like, hang about places I shouldn't. Not in a pervy way, just in a curious way, like, I've always wondered what happens in a museum after everyone's left, I bet that'd be cool. Then again, what if it's only you that goes invisible so all your clothes and stuff would still be visible. Ugh, that'd be a drag, having to get naked every time you wanted to do it. I guess then, if I could have any superpower, I probably wouldn't, it just seems like too much hassle, y'know?
Nov 30, 2012
Nov 30, 2012 at 1:38 PM UTC
I saw what you did,
You son of a *****
You barely got away,
Over a stupid glitch,
The mistake wont repeat itself,
I can assure you of that,
You can hide away nightly,
In your pervy little flat.
All those little ones you took,
And disposed of their souls,
Ripped at their dreams,
**** all over their goals,
But you didnt figure me,
You pathetic slime ball,
I will haunt your dreams,
I will watch you crawl,
Wherever you are going,
Ill be there first,
To dampen your ugly addiction,
And to dry up your ***** thirst,
I will make you suffer,
For every one you hurt,
Your redemption is too late now,
You paedo piece of dirt!!!
May 25, 2010
May 25, 2010 at 9:18 AM UTC
etymolo gicilato
pervy and scribe
justa lovidactil
otta wormsandside
ima scribble bluey
evological snide
scriptiburgis outcast
meatiyum pride
urdadidafactus sum
party thatribe
looping over cants
and the meaningless tide
looping over cants
and the meaningless tide
Sep 17, 2010
Sep 17, 2010 at 12:04 AM UTC
i know you think im joking
but a pervert saved my life
she came to me one day
to **** me with a knife
i said oh no no no don't do it
ill do anything you say
then she said im a perv
and i want your love all day
but to love a perv is icky
your a creepy girl
she made me smell her feet
and dance a spinning twirl
wow she said you did that well
why don't you stand on your head
look up my dress and say im hot
or for sure you will be dead
i realized she was very odd
and asked her what was wrong
she said i was married forever
and couldn't have his ****
so i went off my rocker
not getting what i needed
but made believe for years
that i was never ever cheated
then one day i snapped
and cried for lust all day
so they called me purvy *****
and tried to keep me away
the more i went with out
the hornier i got
until one day in torment
i loved the smell of rot
i fell in love with filth
and to this very day
i have no scruples at all
ill do anything for a lay
now pull your pants off
and show me your little ****
dam its so cute
ill lick your lolly pop
she used her tongue like a twizzler
it was really fun
and then i realized i was like her
and my life as a perv begun
so if your starved for love
and craving ***** lust
you might as well join the ranks
of pervy folks r us
99% Switch
96% Degrader
94% Rope bunny
93% Dominant
90% Rigger
89% Degradee
88% Sadist
87% Brat tamer
83% Submissive
83% ******
81% *********
79% Master/Mistress
76% Primal (Prey)
74% Primal (Hunter)
74% Experimentalist
73% Brat
62% Non-monogamist
50% Owner
47% Vanilla
43% Slave
42% Daddy/Mommy
38% Exhibitionist
10% Ageplayer
100% Girl/Boy
7% Pet....meow
Jan 3, 2017
Jan 3, 2017 at 9:23 AM UTC
Oh, you got your politico pals
Posting stuff about them blues-and-reds
Oh you got your new-age pals
Posts about their chakra dreads
Oh you got your pervy pals
Posts about their whips and spread
Oh you got your journal pals
Posts about their EX and meds
Oh you got your comic pals
Posts of grumpy cat in bed
Oh you got your trendy pals
Posts of food and celeb weds
Oh you got your gossip pals
Posts about what so-so said
Oh you got your music pals
Posts of bands on every thread
Oh you got your mother pals
Posts of how their babies fed
Oh you got your nightlife pals
Posts of each local they’ve tread
Oh you got your righteous pals
Post of what you need instead
Then you got your artsy pals
Oh someone shoot me in the head!
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 5:53 PM UTC
Oh all the poetry in me head
Many Masterpieces never said
Melding works of the dead
I am the writer you'll take what is fed
Eat up these delicious words
Unleash upon society tasty verbs
Unorthodox I'm a writing nerd
Strive to push boundaries of absurd
Open imagination like a can of worms
Squirm from emotions as they turn
I am fire feel me burn
Down to be taught that's why I learn
I'll write the book you turn the page
Knowledge hits your mind like a 12 gauge
Not a prophet more a Pervy Sage
I have magic in me like a Mage
King of Poetry label me with a tittle
Potential to perform like an American idol
To evolve always grow to me is vital
To not reach full potential is suicidal
Join me on my journey feel the rub
Kissed with gifts from heaven above
Feel you..heal you..I will not shove
Me Head Flow potent full of love.....
Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 3:16 PM UTC
As someone as pervy as I am,
Never did it come to mind
That sex’s allure
Can be murky, impure
And to some degree, best left behind.
As a depressed individual,
I’d never thought it could be
That I would become
So disgusted and numb
By the wonderful drug; ecstasy.
But furthermore, music, I miss you.
Once you were more than just racket.
So, surf rock, I plea,
Won’t you please unleash me?
I’ll ride on your waves till you hack it.
These, I had thought, were in nature
The typical things we enjoy.
Euphoric, complete,
With a strong rhythmic beat,
And the feeling of girls, or of boys.
Though cravings for these are all vacant.
No *** meds and no poetry.
A sensation drought,
From searing to burnout.
A ghost of a long deceased me.
Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 4:15 PM UTC
The lady is an hourglass
A real endearing shape
her eyes have got me grounded
her gaze I can't escape.
The lady is an hourglass
voluptous and curvy
and to be fair, her longing stare
is making me feel pervy.
The lady is an hourglass
and not just skin and bone
she makes me want to dim the lights
and disconnect the phone.
The lady is an hourglass
she looks like she'd be fun
as she smiles at the discomfort
that she seems to cause my mum.
The lady is an hourglass
into her I'd gladly fall
if she wasn't made of paper
and taped to my bedroom wall.
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 2:07 PM UTC
She is dark haired
Faired hair
Blue eyes
Brown eyes
The curvy perky pervy mermaid
Of quiet joys named Maria
The fairy queen of the Autumn roads
Master and mistress of mystery
Shaded tints
Of unknown
Digital history
Cloaked in anonymity
Baring my solemnity
Wearing layers of dignity
And desire
Is inspired
A crackling volcano
Of unmeasurable passions
A shadow thief who stole my heart
Monument made of more than beauty
By all the curiosities
Of Casual conversations
It is not out of obligation
Or out of courtesy that I court
Her kindhearted pleasure
It is merely for my pleasure
That I treasure such a jewel
I will never meet her in person
I will only know her in poetry and prose
And as far as that goes
It is a grand gift she bestows
Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 1:36 PM UTC
My government class is really lame
I hate them all a lot
And I hate them all the same
They distract me from being taught
My teacher ***** even more
I had her last year and thought I was free
I think that she is a stupid *****
Keeping my head down in class is the key
Okay, I admit I don't hate all of them
But most of them are unbearable
About 98 percent of them
This class is literally terrible
It also has no structure
And is more annoying than a pervy trucker
Mar 19, 2014
Mar 19, 2014 at 5:06 PM UTC
I throw angry words around like punches,
Like fiery lightning in crunches of dry cereal and no milk,
I am my own lightning,
I am the icy fire of a dragons hot breath,
I do not fight with fists,
Only narratives and figuratives,
I hesitate when it gets personal,
Oh so personal that my very own words that I conjure up from my wizards hat choke me for days on end without a single reprimand,
Oh how bitter this butter does taste upon my poetic pancake,
When will I get the recipe right and not left,
Left without a decision but to drink orange juice hope so sour yet so sweet,
What comes after hell I ask you?
Certainly not heaven or life of any pleasurable kind,
No, not that pleasurable kind you with your pervy mind,
I see you thinking such things of me as you read my poetry,
What a mad woman this must be,
To utter such words that mean nothing to me,
I am certain I must be hated and disliked by many of whom I adore and cherish,
Oh how I wish this feeling would just perish,
Perish like a mess in the presence of someone with a severe case of ocd,
A case of 12 or 24 either way you get what I mean,
I am such an irritating figure with a sad face of rash doings and thoughts,
Hark,
Hark my words I say for I birth them from my heart's womb.
An anonymous girl ©
May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 8:22 AM UTC
The extensions Old French songs from the Latin
( "lying and played Corruption") and "incredulous"
( "If you do not err, the defense is ") (UK) IPA (key)
/ dɪpờeɪv / ****** - SAP so (This is the third part
of it is just easier; coordinate partners past) (Transitive)
network (only) thing; worse and worse; the rules
of the disease related to the need contest.
Excessive ends (difference by different), which
generally straight away. (Enterprises) or soccer
or a mistake or ***** *** "Higher bodies,
Nothing changed. Pervy won (not less) compacted
job responsibilities normophilic (Eventually make +)
false measure the past, the past can easily be finished
by the pasties; The angel of the club, the prophet,
It is my filthy ******* perfectly being known, Magic
for political change; You cut declamatory sleep;
In the garden of the withdrawal; From the beginning
to the end strippers in Latin when the matrons
of the land of guns, lights, turned around, and dancing
staying in the machine language of the soul's natural
sea and culture of prostitutes, the powers he wrote
than that of the married woman who gave birth
to the number led to the buried ***** by the cops;
it is the same scent as Einstein's eyes to Peace |
to understand the feeling began to brush your
it is yet moved by means of: a canticle to the Muses,
Maecenas, and on the beach the public corn;
the talk of the nature of the wall, burning with
Life be certain, fell watching the makeup overcome
calling in vain to hide and wait for the kill, teeth living
in the town of the Chinese and the shadows flee away
and many of the stupid are gathered and the dragon
in yellow is driven a broken mistress; the tube was
removed from her six **** & in glory they are almost
the conversion into flame bright, warm clothes loved
learning subject to the original knee and foot like a fur
Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 4:29 AM UTC
*She works all day in a dead end job
And the money is not the best
The boss is a bit of a pervy ****
Keeps staring at her chest.
Laughing too loudly, at unfunny things,
And tipping her the wink,
Hiding the lines of his wedding ring
Or so he likes to think.
Too-tight jeans and garish shirts
And teeth unnaturally white.
She'd like to kick him where it hurts
Even dreams of it at night.
He offers to take her to a bar,
Wherever she'd like to go
And he'd drive her home in his flashy car,
So nobody needs to know.
She nods her head and smiles her thanks
And makes a discreet phone call.
Her boss is as thick as two short planks and is about to lose his *****
They enter the bar, he sees his wife
And knows he's out of luck.
He's either going to lose his life,
Or his wife's going to make him a ******
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 3:30 PM UTC
Hey Johnny where are you now?
You left, and never came back, just like you said you would.
And now i have heard that you died, my Darling.
You were always my Darling, and i was always your 'little bit of fluff'
And if what they say is true, i know you'd be ****** as all hell if you ended up in heaven, because hell was always more your style.
But i do hope, if you are in heaven, that it's a heaven made just for you.
I reckon they would have a jukebox that only played Kansas and the Eagles, beautiful women and had Stella and black on tap.
Oh and a GPZ1100, with no speed limit..
And you know what i mean by that.. you little ****
You'd be in heaven.. oh the irony
You were the first person i told that i like girls too.
I told you i love their softness, there beauty, their curves, their taste,
the way they taste like me, feel like me, are soft like me and that i had *** while watching a video on MTV with girls singing in the swimming pool.
You said you needed a minute to think about things...
for a very long time.. in the bathroom... on your own..
Your tattoos were beautiful, covering you from head to toe.
My favorite one was the pirate that your friend Pervy Pete did
while he was baked, it was meant to be Long John Silver, but it looked like your Nan.
You gave me my first snakebite and took me to my first gig.
Wembley... Metallica.. ****** out of my head..
Best night ever..
probably.
I taught you how to crochet and you let me paint your toenails..
only the once. And you taught me how to whistle with my fingers.
In the end you told me to shut the **** up, because any minute now a whole **** heard of sheep dogs are going to come running over the hill, and **** us both.
I held your spanners, sat on a crate and had fork oil, all over my summer dress. You said it was a good look on me and i told you that you were beautiful. You smelt of sweat and juniper oil and i could have *** from that smell alone.
Your eyes were the same brown as mine, you used to put your face so close to mine so i could see myself in your eyes. I only wish you could have seen yourself through mine.
If we had ever been together, i would have wanted to have saved you.
And i would have too.
But you didn't want to be saved.
I would have spent my whole life trying. You said you would have hated yourself, to have been the one to have killed me like that.
In my heart we will always be. I knew you loved me because, while i slept in your arms on the way back from the Bulldog Fest, you whispered it to me.
Good bye and sweet dreams my tattooed greasy biker.. my Darling.
I'm grateful you never found out about the life i had without you.
You would have killed him.
Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 1:49 PM UTC
when i got my first period,
i was thrilled.
marked with the crimson stroke of womanhood,
i was no longer a little girl.
i was no longer too young
to be a part of the whispered gossip filled conversations
of the women in my family.
my sister and i could share boxes of pads and tampons,
bottles of advil and naproxen.
i was no longer too young to go bra shopping,
too young to understand.
i could read Teen Vogue and relate to every word,
i was a woman.
no one told me that it was now okay.
it was now okay for men to comment
on my new chest.
it was now okay for boys to yell their
tube sock dreams of my wider hips.
no longer protected by the shield of childhood,
it was now okay.
while i experienced many new things
after that first visit from Aunt Flow,
i also began to feel things i had not felt before.
an unexplained, unwarranted hatred of
the body i lived in,
my burden of anxiety heightened
with raging hormones in my blood,
mood swings worsening the monster
living under my brain named depression.
red spots on my face that boys liked to make fun of
as if their faces were not acne warzones themselves.
another growth spurt, as if i was not already towering
above the other girls in my class.
“don’t let anyone see your pad when you go to the bathroom to change,”
my friend whispered to me at school,
“it’s inappropriate.”
“don’t say period in front of boys,
it’s gross.”
“don’t talk about puberty,
boys think it’s unattractive.”
suddenly i realized that my body
was not for myself
and it was my responsibility
to act like I didn’t feel like there were
earthquakes in my ******
it was my responsibility to hide my new body,
because my education was not as important
as the pervy boys in my math class.
it was my responsibility to not bleed through
my new jeans,
and miss class because i’m crying in the
bathroom as i call my mother to bring me
a change of clothes.
because being a woman is unattractive,
but when she’s half naked on the cover of ******* we like it.
because spreading your legs open for a ******
is gross,
but when a man is in between them it’s hot.
because a woman’s body was never for women,
unless it’s ****** and crampy,
then we don’t want to hear about it.
i am here to say that Womanhood is for women.
i am here to say that young girls should take pride
in their new bodies.
your body is yours and no one else’s
and you should never feel ashamed of it.
you should never feel shame
when the crimson wave comes.
Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 10:21 PM UTC
being a fidget
and all difficult
like a five sided rubics cube
my wife
who wont **** me any more
after 30 short years
of marital bliss
said Zebra
you need a hobby
something to busy yourself
but needing one
alone does not help
you really have to have a passion
well i thought
im a pervy son o *****
and love ************
and ***** ***** thoughts
so contemplated
as i stroked my jelly
can i do this all day
can i make it a hobby
take the pressure off the old girl
well yeahaaaaa
if i could just
share with others
like a womb with a view
but i need a little help
would you mind
oh so willing
fantasy girl
show me your sweet darkness
your twisted despicable hunger
blood, fire, tears from a long days beating
choking on butter **** **** and kisses
while on bended knees bleeding...
your **** drooling tears for more
gorgeous hell lover
show yourself in minds eye
with legs spread wide
arched feet
painted toes the color of darkness
poised for the onslaught
mouth all pouty
eyes blazing...
face in a twist
i tell her
I have a thousand ways to pleasure you
as i squeeze out her tears of blood
from every pore hole and ******
loving sweet fluttering cries
come shudder from cruel thrills embrace
the knife deep
the rope tight...
ill take all afternoon to drown you.
what are bubble baths for?
or go up in flames dancing headless
or still yet sweet ****
a poison bite perhaps
for
delicious love and pain
a special cocktail for you
DRINK!!!!!!
pretty girl
you deserve a pretty obliteration
from a sinister poet
with a slobbering ****
and blood razor kisses
you make my **** rock
shimmie shimmie co co bop
oooowww i love you...
your sweet ****** from hell
do the *** **** me
sick in the head
bonga bonga
dance
My wife said
hows your new hobby honey
it must be pretty fun
you've gotten so quiet
hahaahaahaa
what a pleasure
your not a bother at all any more
and kinder then ever
your on to something
i knew then
i had ascended in sin
and would fall in virtue
amen
finally at peace with my self
thank god
Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 4:27 PM UTC
In Old French language songs and extensions
("False and happy joke") and a "incredulous"
('If I do not err on defense') (UK) IPA (key)
/ Dɪpờeɪv / ****** - SAP (this is the third
To easily navigate, contact with their friend)
(transitive) network (not) above; worst and worse;
the rules of the related related issues to the need.
Completion (difference) is almost immediately.
(Enterprises) or soccer either by mistake or ****** immorality.
"Higher body, Nothing changed. Pervy were ||
(not least) compacted normophilic job assignment
(which can finally be completed) impossible to succeed
in the past past with false heights about pasties;
Angel Club's prophet is there with pencil |||
that we will never be known for political change;
The cult of declamatory sleep; In the garden
of the removal at the outset of the end of the strippers
with Roman matron roots; about the guns, || the lights |
are turning to celebrating staying in the language ||
language of natural; Strength, and culture of the despoiled,
He wrote of the powers of the bridewoman's
Chickens for birth to some of the funerals is no peace,
what is the same, with its pleasant odor enough to the police, that's the Einstein face,
the brush began to feel understood
but he did not move
through the song of the muses, Maecenas and the coastlands,
the grains of grain; Nature is a flame of fire set
in a hold of victory over a few overly made up models
is falling and they will stand in vain perfect,
**** the eggs of the living Chinese,
for the shadows of the city, room, and many people
are fools gathered and the collection of broken tubes of yellow
is extracted from her girlfriend, leaving
the six bookmarks quite famous; The whitening of |
their white glow loves yeast; The teachings
of the original sucker's knee and the ankles of the first thief
Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 4:51 AM UTC
I remember the days
when everything is just so innocent.
When I need to get some breast milk,
I cry.
When someone makes funny faces
and stick their tongue out their mouth,
I laugh.
Everything is as simple.
Not a word meant another.
It is as it is.
It just so happened that as I grow up,
everything turned out to be so complicated.
When I was a kid,
***** meant cat.
And now I see cat faces printed in front of ******* in women’s lingerie, in bikinis.
I see it being sold online as I scroll in my twitter account.
If ***** was a tourist attraction, it would probably be much visited than Disneyland.
When I was a kid,
***** was a female dog.
And now, everyone turns out to be one.
Go on! Laugh out loudly!
Instead of saying “Hi!”, we say, “Hey ***** Wassup?”
Not that it is meant literally,
it just seems to be a part of our language now;
an expression.
When I was a kid,
**** was a name and BJ was a nickname.
Oh come on, you already know what that means.
But for those who don’t, just look at your seatmate’s…
Uhhh… nevermind.
When I was a kid,
***** was a nut.
And now, it is censored when it is said in movies.
Toot you!
And it was just ***** you!”
When I was a kid,
Bang was a sound,
Rubber was like plastic,
*** was an animal,
*** was a snack.
All of which sounds so pervy now.
I work with words all day.
Is it the words or us who change?
Words seem so nasty now.
Inappropriate to say.
And I wouldn’t be shocked to know that during a Mathematics class in a 4-walled room at the 2nd floor of that building next to us,
The teacher asked, “What are sets?”
S-E-T-S
A student, a 7th grader undoubtedly raised his hand, stood up and answered, *********** po.”
And I knew that even the wrong meaning fits the wrong word.
That even the youngsters are already exposed to those words.
When I was in 7th grade,
sets meant a collection of elements.
When I was a kid,
*** meant gender.
Jul 12, 2017
Jul 12, 2017 at 7:41 AM UTC
French and other threats ( "A"), "big" ( "If you do not have a solution solution") (Portugal), IPA (days) / Djip / m Varsaja
(Contracts Center, the soccer and the relationship
If you are (at least) Questions on the bad
At the end of the run ( ) The fact that there has been adulterated.
"The high level". These are (more or less)
The number of carrots; And finally free;
You're probably not having problems with the clothing store.
The demand for military duty keepers
and I do not need to master Roman packages
|| When young people, "a" thank you
The nurse is to learn about Darwin; Where is the box? no football.
The police are the police. I am, however, does not change;
Thanks to the beginning and the games of Others,
however, to the list of apps. add
Low power
No effect,
and loose
in the city,
many are happy;
Combine them with gas, limit Six out of the air and pray
OK. the finger; French, French
The bad (for error) Bonjua: Up (UK) IPA (Tibet)
/ Dɪpờeɪv / Kumari (SP), is not easy.
Staff (traffic) torment and evilRigel to the patient (or football) City,
Turkey Other users (at least one)
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and a "lazy" ( "a mistake; Champion ') (UK) IPA (key)
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Nothing has changed. Pervy (not less)
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that it may do all these things,
All they wanted to talk to him about was
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- Vipakhi Upton
Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 7:00 AM UTC
He looked at little boys and girls
from his rather large shack
and they always ran away
away away away away
because he smiled
thinking about the good times
when his son was still alive.
Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 5:39 PM UTC