If Time could think . . .
Our anger would have every faithful share.
Speak out now, and imagine when liars are at process.
Never capture me Babe,
And this under observation:
Serious systems worry Mom - hard characters never lose.
Your harmony runs drunk.
Mom how will the girl kiss?
Who frees my pain, scratches sense,
afraid then we only would see together,
wooden models who want guilt.
Boor! Soon you’ll know to walk or cry .
Hand an enormous dish to the soft side of guile.
My luscious wife asks me:
"Here is my husband, grown.
Give him my music."
A metaphor tempers sexual fright.
Love my cooking. Have that sleep!
Handle fingers in scores,
Learn daughter! With grace,
Get effects and draw mad men!
A made-up masterpiece
comes to night-time party life,
Color your studio,
Women are shopping.
Abuse wanted in their inclusive life.
Please perform shyly for a week.
Honey, use it.
They care, you are testing love
You’d better drive a need for passion,
communicate initmacy,
alleviate pain to calm a nice solution.
The mind is always good in bed.
June 12, 2006, with N____ N____, 70, 71, 72
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