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UltraSound (Free verse) by UnityMitford

Hey kid, Pictures are something else. Spitting image of you. I don't see a pecker. Love dad

poetandknowit 19-Dec-02/11:21 AM
No fuck you, pretty boy. If you bothered to make some sense this would never happen. I am just trying to keep the karma balance. And where were you yesterday. I stopped by the address you gave me and no one was home. You pay four car payments to live there, wow. Where was the pool? I told Romer to keep an eye out for you and the boy. You know "No Child Left Behind."




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