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Edited by
d4tc
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Wed 09/29/10 09:05 AM
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what i hold here does not belong the fly has died exposing my dong the cry i sigh i must carry on keeping us together i think head strong no time to play games i break my glass bong i moves in life a king and a pawn my castle is guarded by boxers no thongs no more weeds i see where trimmed is my lawn a safety pin wins covering up my wrong where i play me out when she won't play my song where she be my queen i feel like her pawn the only one who see's me when i feel the need to long i make me silver her gold the rest i guess bronze |
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Damn fine! JRD
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hugs..
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