Ham hued her pussy, not fussy about the clam
Screaming too loud tell her can it
Don’t ask her can I because she’s pushing my head down
She’s wearing short trousers, I see most of the gams
Saying oh damn like an amish seeing an ankle
Hem raised enough, lying in the hay hair astray hayseed angel
Winning so much the casino became a loser and enrolled in gamstop
Jerking me off, Rolling Stones rocks off, with a jellied ham hock, no socks.
Alchemisland 
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