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Friday, February 3, 2012

simonpoetically: WHENEVER I MEET HER

simonpoetically: WHENEVER I MEET HER: Whenever I meet her on the street When her dove eyes meet mine As they crush the softest part of my heart I wonder loudly What...
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simonpoetically: TRIBE-ULTIMATE-BRIBE BREED OF A NATION

simonpoetically: TRIBE-ULTIMATE-BRIBE BREED OF A NATION: Bundles of notes won't do better Feminine sex appeal won't either The threshold is obscenely higher Whenever public bandit...
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