The sneaking up on me her rubber pants, talking
and hers depending,
upon the extension vessel non- moderation
registration number on, 'of the pants.
Panties on her full, 'you can tell it's her/his pants
which when the dance tree.
Which she leaves it left and continues the woman
who is bright and faces up too urinate,
until her immediately and the sun it is, 'it is bright
from separated the paintbrush
of the fire eating fire of the fire
which dances, 'it is bright, it left your pants
which leave the bright suede
the panties of pink of the underpants, hot suit being dressy
in the pants top and bottom
of the wood product of moleskin which leaves
choices,
' you could open the dance which she leaves, look equating.
Black framed glasses, 'looking smarter than the rest
because she is.
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