I'll tell you that tomorrow I may leave
Desolate kyrie for another light
And truth to tell I tremble with delight
A liaison with harold to receive.
Even known my member in too a steve
Of blond bottom, then, thrice in one short night
Packed full, the magic, O blissful delight!
Ever may so warmly doth he receive.
Into breath's space wish the wiener through
And below, see it fading! Where, oh, where
His caractère could endow princely blown?
Yet I have found it and shall shortly view
The gush high flash is shortly seen in air
Gay birds & bees will make a heavy moan!
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