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please write me a bad poem incorporating the following words:
moonlight fallen snow heaving bosom beckon call manhood anal beads afterglow and rosy cheeks. i offer you nothing but gratitude. | |
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The end. | |
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in the moonlight
o'er the fallen snow my heaving bosom made a beckon call to your manhood. the anal beads glistened in the afterglow and your rosy cheeks did too. |
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starkitty said: incorporating the following words:
moonlight fallen snow heaving bosom beckon call manhood anal beads afterglow and rosy cheeks. i offer you nothing but gratitude. can't you just buy the new courtney love album like everyone else??? | |
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Anxiety said: starkitty said: incorporating the following words:
moonlight fallen snow heaving bosom beckon call manhood anal beads afterglow and rosy cheeks. i offer you nothing but gratitude. can't you just buy the new courtney love album like everyone else??? |
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As i gaze out my window, the darkness surrounds me
memories i wish i forgot, Appeare once again I cant help hearing her voice, i cant stop seeing the blood her tears flow through my veins, this knife will make it all stop Keenmeister | |
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sorry forgot about those words
let me start again! Keenmeister | |
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A rosy-cheeked girl named starkitty
Like fallen snow in the moonlight was pretty. Frog gave her a gift That wasn't too swift: A necklace of analbeads from the city. heh [This message was edited Mon Jun 21 17:09:14 2004 by 2the9s] | |
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The moonlight lit up the room, a shadow creeps in
Footsteps throughout the fallen snow that lye's on the ground The smell of the heaving bosom flows through the window The beckon call awakens me, he appears covers my mouth so i couldn't call He pulls out the anal beads i kept under my pillow Pain, pain as he thrashes them in and out My man hood was no more! The beads lye there in the lite from the moon the afterglow was sharp as my red rosy cheeks :S Keenmeister | |
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2the9s said: A rosy-cheeked girl named starkitty
Like fallen snow in the moonlight was pretty. Frog gave her a gift That wasn't too swift: A necklace of analbeads from the city. heh [This message was edited Mon Jun 21 17:09:14 2004 by 2the9s] | |
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muck me
piddles ping pong poetry | |
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2the9s said: A rosy-cheeked girl named starkitty
Like fallen snow in the moonlight was pretty. Frog gave her a gift That wasn't too swift: A necklace of analbeads from the city. heh [This message was edited Mon Jun 21 17:09:14 2004 by 2the9s] When I read about the evils of drinking, I gave up reading. | |
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CarrieMpls said: in the moonlight
o'er the fallen snow my heaving bosom made a beckon call to your manhood. the anal beads glistened in the afterglow and your rosy cheeks did too. this is pretty good, carrie. please try to do worse next time. | |
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2the9s said: A rosy-cheeked girl named starkitty
Like fallen snow in the moonlight was pretty. Frog gave her a gift That wasn't too swift: A necklace of analbeads from the city. heh [This message was edited Mon Jun 21 17:09:14 2004 by 2the9s] :blush: | |
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In the moon light
the sky a heaving bosom above the fallen snow he answered manhood's bekoning call rosy cheeked with afterglow he removed the anal beads In spite of the cost of living, it's still popular. |
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2the9s said: A rosy-cheeked girl named starkitty
Like fallen snow in the moonlight was pretty. Frog gave her a gift That wasn't too swift: A necklace of analbeads from the city. heh [This message was edited Mon Jun 21 17:09:14 2004 by 2the9s] In spite of the cost of living, it's still popular. |
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andykeen said: [color=indigo:54c7b07386]The moonlight lit up the room, a shadow creeps in
Footsteps throughout the fallen snow that lye's on the ground The smell of the heaving bosom flows through the window The beckon call awakens me, he appears covers my mouth so i couldn't call He pulls out the anal beads i kept under my pillow Pain, pain as he thrashes them in and out My man hood was no more! The beads lye there in the lite from the moon the afterglow was sharp as my red rosy cheeks :S[/color] yeah, that's pretty bad. thanks. | |
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Roses are red
Violets are blue I use anal beads When going for a poo. My rosy cheeks are red And my manhood is blue Must get in from the snow And put some clothes on too | |
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starkitty said: incorporating the following words:
moonlight fallen snow heaving bosom beckon call manhood anal beads afterglow and rosy cheeks. i offer you nothing but gratitude. if i could put things in a stew mix them up and call them you anal beads and my bosom that heaves the sex we had on crunchy leaves moonlight on the fallen snow the climax we shared, the afterglow my beckon call - your manhood responded your rosy cheeks and the paddle you're fond of. *blech* | |
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starkitty said: if i could put things in a stew
mix them up and call them you anal beads and my bosom that heaves the sex we had on crunchy leaves moonlight on the fallen snow the climax we shared, the afterglow my beckon call - your manhood responded your rosy cheeks and the paddle you're fond of. Ohmygod! LMAO! | |
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2the9s said: starkitty said: if i could put things in a stew
mix them up and call them you anal beads and my bosom that heaves the sex we had on crunchy leaves moonlight on the fallen snow the climax we shared, the afterglow my beckon call - your manhood responded your rosy cheeks and the paddle you're fond of. Ohmygod! LMAO! *fingersnaps* | |
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starkitty said: 2the9s said: Ohmygod! LMAO! *fingersnaps* I didn't know that we could mix up the words, i.e. "heaving bosom" to Bosom that heaves... I NEED RULES! I NEED STRUCTURE!!!! [This message was edited Mon Jun 21 19:39:31 2004 by bluesbaby] | |
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bluesbaby said: starkitty said: *fingersnaps* I didn't know that we could mix up the words, i.e. "heaving bosom" to Bosom that heaves... I NEED RULES! I NEED STRUCTURE!!!! [This message was edited Mon Jun 21 19:39:31 2004 by bluesbaby] DO I HAVE TO SPOON FEED YOU EVERYTHING? because i will. | |
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starkitty said: bluesbaby said: I didn't know that we could mix up the words, i.e. "heaving bosom" to Bosom that heaves... I NEED RULES! I NEED STRUCTURE!!!! [This message was edited Mon Jun 21 19:39:31 2004 by bluesbaby] DO I HAVE TO SPOON FEED YOU EVERYTHING? because i will. Promises, promises | |
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bluesbaby said: starkitty said: DO I HAVE TO SPOON FEED YOU EVERYTHING? because i will. Promises, promises i'd prefer you use all the words, but you can play with them. | |
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Now here's a word
make your cheeks get rosy, light a fire in your heart getcha warm an cosy, Don't have much for the words my verse ain't tight but I sure look fine in the full moonlight. Get your mind outta the gutter I know your bosom is heavin, you wanna know more, before I leave but truth grows slow, with little seeds tinier than the smallest anal beads. I don't need no one at my beckon call dat ain't right, makes person fall, lose their identity lose his manhood only giving props, like we all should. If ya diggin the rhyme, givin afterglow my thanks is a pure as the fallen snow. and then she was gone..... | |
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in the moonlight and frozen snow
i stopped to pick up this sleazy ho your rosy cheeks, my anal beads the afterglow of my manhood's seeds your bosom is heavin' yet your first name is steven | |
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SassyBritches said: in the moonlight and frozen snow
i stopped to pick up this sleazy ho your rosy cheeks, my anal beads the afterglow of my manhood's seeds your bosom is heavin' yet your first name is steven | |
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bluesbaby said: tinier than the smallest anal beads. | |
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SassyBritches said: in the moonlight and frozen snow
i stopped to pick up this sleazy ho your rosy cheeks, my anal beads the afterglow of my manhood's seeds your bosom is heavin' yet your first name is steven 5 snaps up!!! strange', dear, strange'. | |
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