Cigarette - Poem by James McLain
I made by behind it.
Thus, I made it flower, stretched more,
then discharged to him
has whole group!
Its first facial massage, that moment,
monday morning unshowered,
this sexy thing never poses missed under a load.
It led again to her husband.
THEN It s' there extend 'ed with it everywhere
its face his/her husband nds' done forever this with it smoked its cigarette Now 'it' stays patient of it.
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