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Poem- Note 2 Rude Boy! Goodmorning,Rude Boy!
Your homework assignment was no mistake. Sing erotic ballads to the peanut crunching crowd while caressing the electric snake. Music is a lusty bitch all ball swagging rock stars cum for,but your pretty face and rococo taste can only satisfy her. Gemini Boy! Shy Boy! Come Here,Boy! Shake ya gingerbread hips that make dames' meat curtains ooze. Destroy bad religion,okra,and kinky fetishes before Red copulates Blue. Raspberry teenagers sip white zinfandel from plastic cups lusting over you. Your honey pot stare could pierce black doves out of the air,but your Soul is crystal where Love shines brand new. Soaked in a Lavendar bubble bath consumed in lies. Tomorrow, finds you in the arms of a Virgin Mary where inglorious sins die. Goodnight,Rude Boy! God's perfect mistake. Continue walking down the yellow fluorescent brick path to Spiritual Ascension before it's too late! | |
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I think this is the best poem eva!!!!! | |
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this would be a gr8 song actually when put to music hun and divided into verse and chorus and bridge | |
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Mucho Grasa - I think this is right? I was thinking this was awful because nobody made a comment. I was starting to feel like ole boy,Prince when he wrote Purple & Gold. | |
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DarlingNikki1025 said: Mucho Grasa - I think this is right? I was thinking this was awful because nobody made a comment. I was starting to feel like ole boy,Prince when he wrote Purple & Gold.
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Definately could be a song. I do nothing professionally. I only do things for fun. johnart: Acrylic's old bras is where tits of all sizes go to frolic after they die. Tit Heaven. | |
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