growth.the last note.the piano shows white and black keys.the west indies.they know.they understand.the underhanded in them jews.you shoo them and they bust in wanting free kool-aid.what day did you help or contribute? wasnt the deal when you cop a feel we get real? come on, give it to me, loan it to me meg ryan.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem