oh, my. if it weren't for the title, the poem itself wouldn't work. with the title, it works, and i am reminded of my own grandmother, her wandering hands, her lusty snuffling, her rotund ass that wouldn't quit, even when you showed it to the door and told it it to get the hell out and stay out.
my grandma's strap-on was black. it really glistened, the bare bulbs swinging from the basement ceiling catching the dampness clinging to its entire length. god, damn, that was a fun summer!
where's wingy-d to tell you that you deserve an embrowning? because you do. now go shovel the walk. and close your damn bathrobe. that thing is distracting.
i´m here and i´ll have no talk of embrowning for embrowning is an tutonic practice to be carried out by large cocked bavarian gentelmen pon the banks of the rhine or ha ha of course Isar. It is a most dangerous occcupation and quite frankley Tan lines are in this season. don´t you know anything. Besides i for one prefer a fat white lardy arse.
Nothing. I spent the night there once. It is one of the poorest cites in the US, which is funny since it is in the wealthiest state. Springfield, MA. Now that has to be the most boring city in NE. I won't take you there at least not in my poem.
no, i'm not. i thought he was DA because they both posted haikus within minutes of one another, and WW has been out of sight for a while. i'm no one else. it's annoying enough with just one identity.
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Ha! working on my love poem.
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