Boobs
Booze doggy,
booze...
Snooze sloggy groove,
Cruz... cruz-
joggy,
news,
so true,
exactly what I do.
Ignite it!
Write the flame,
understand litany's shame,
do one do others,
because of my brothers,
who said who'd who?
Calculated the hairy groove...
I seemed to choose,
I seemed to have become new-
but this towns very coldness shows me shoes.
I'm going home now,
to vote for more proof,
an even-ness or eventual eagerness.
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