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More in Release the Hounds examining a bit of salvation on my lamDraft
i am the eggnog spinning toward your belly full of finger sandwiches rumless and un cooked sweet then frollicking as the messiah is borne away in a mangy laugh. no room four, a shepherd awake thinking of the hot piece of ass carrying the (bless you) unwed mother to and fro from stable to unfit the carpenter walking beside this is the story of bread of wine and no whining. |
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