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Fucking after fighting crime
Always on the lash Gun toting badass with a lasso and a brass badge Throwing bad guys in the tank, they needed an Irish to tame yanks Abrasions, too hard when I wank A maiden, my ass, that slot stank Didn’t stop me eating it after a spanking Flag, banners star spangled Gun angled to…
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Orgasm as miracle condiment
My woman’s pre-Flood tall; seems, seen standing, on stilts To reach that flooded coochie leap like a salmon Pussy so tight night before exams, cramming No marmalade here, this cock I’m jamming but not as Marley sang it Jacob Marlay clanging clanking, that much in the bank. Vault’s unsealable. Revealed solely to me, full moon…
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The mother of heaven
All your suffering was for you, no test of toughness No need to prove that you knew, were clued in But you must prove that you never colluded A Bible so read it looks chewed, full of clues What you get is what you can do, what your due She descends in loving grace, clad…
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Chortle and get bottled shortly
What are ya laughing at Cash in the attic, haven’t got half of that Half of what you got in that bag was Daz A single line you’ll be spinning like Taz All my gold was brass My only goal was brazzers and ass up in the gaff Friend down from Naas, we’re buying grass…
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