each stanza's a fecal conglomerate mongering for ovations
ponder the honor of satan, monitoring my vacation...
sean conner's dopple in a marvel of stark revelations...
to mark 47 in a walmart, small darts toppling the location.
guap in the small stalks of each sock as the colossal twat calls my phone, patient.
I answer the call of the wild... she flowed like a nile with no irrigation...
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Ahem.
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