a christmas carol
being the love of many
can we find him good?
art is dangling
i need a look see, roger?
can you hear my voice?
her thighs are special
west of us, lust, but it aint
i deny her lace
grumble about it
feel good about it towards
just gentry up there
can you fly a plane?
get to heaven through veiled means?
seems that you have too
magazine sells bands
commercial art sells them too
music in the last
just because you do
dont mean you have too, either
anyway, i love
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