I hate summer, but she does not...

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I hate summer, but  she does not.
I like winter, but she does not.
I'm not she - I must get lost,
She is highness, I am waste.
She likes gun, she likes knife
I like verses and guitars
She is evil wishing well
I wait day I'll can good dwell.

Wait! I have a complaint!
I'm becoming a martyr saint.
A liitle more time and it will be late!

She gives me a soft toy
and a books of Conan Doyle.
I became as detective
I hope over to be live.

Pain!!

I will shoot into her shit
I will cum onto my breed
She said it's very bad
Thanks to her but I am mad.

Wait! I have a complaint!
I'm becoming martyr saint.
A liitle more time and it will be late!

15.12.2009. Grunger


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It is very very good!
You improved my saddy mood...
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С уважением,

P.S.Только I'll can немножко странно.
Хотя чего только в стихах не бывает...

Андрей Чекмарев   08.10.2014 21:14   •   Заявить о нарушении
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