A robust cock roach sucks my wet foot-long tactfully adequate headhair, in a motel bath tub.
My fifth Ebola ration
The mom would feed 50.
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Pussy lips spread like the Great
Rift Valley - Africa's Mother made me
A slave to incontinence....
A sincere apology flows forth with
Apple butter from the forestalled fore-
Father's mealy mouth. His grey fetid
Forefinger carves a sick-dull maroon
Mud-dirt, colour of the unseeable
Rainbow , Your grave beyond Venus
In her full scene, dying to grope
Wasted infinity allow the Mere hope
Of God to impress thus redress.... !
Then diet Purple begins yore Eye!
Allow the end to perfect my Shaft
All for the Repurpose of Chaff.
one more line -->
How many gears is That?
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