08-01-2014, 08:51 PM
Figs-
dried, crushed and sacked,
dangling over Uranus marred,
dipping seminal fluid ounces
They say I'm the one who bounces
but his love is measured in ounces.
With all twelve to the gulp,
liver beat to a pulp,
what a bore as all joy he renounces.
dried, crushed and sacked,
dangling over Uranus marred,
dipping seminal fluid ounces
They say I'm the one who bounces
but his love is measured in ounces.
With all twelve to the gulp,
liver beat to a pulp,
what a bore as all joy he renounces.
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