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what am i poem for november 5 25.10.16
(warning - small print - only the sick and perverted to read please) i am very long my colors are numerous sometimes leaving a nasty pong the satisfaction won't leave you furious. if left alone i am gentle and soft but makes me solid like a bone to handle you need to be a lara croft. the noise is horrendous like a boom that is sonic some may say the width is enormous being called tiny is ironic. have you nearly guessed or do you need a bit more powder with these ear muffs you are blessed the vibration on every wall can't get any louder. worry is in creeping the sleepless nights i want diverted my frustration will stop me sleeping and this will if you read as your sick and perverted. |
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