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Join Date: Jul 2003
Location: South Jersey
Posts: 8
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Me. Yes, me, the less expected.
Letīs remember them. There were beers everywhere, except where we expected them. Then the leeches, see them, endless, restless, relentless. They seem hell messengers , best left level. The deep red bed where Belle gently fell. She felt her kelly green belt. "Kewl!", she decreed. When never she knew , he needed her, left her bees freely free bees see the trees Screech! We flee ye see? Yes, we see the end. Even the elements we see, red-eyed, sleepy, feel swelled, seem sweet there between the sheets. Reel there, keep the secret. Ebb between the peels, where we fell deep. Self emerges, then sleeps... then speeds, pell-mell even when extreme she teeters, her teeth reject empty eggs. "Peter!" He eyes her. He pees, the heel. |
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