Posted by albuttross Kruster on 2/17/2006, 11:59 am in all the wipes i have seen that imported cling imprinted a memory of the then knowing how much i love you i think tangrine a summer fruit lets not hold the tempered past
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with great affection
i cock yours
your well accented string has my holder concealed
it was yours
in the
our moment that we climbed
that is the now of us
that moment has never rested one knight without
i wonder is my pitcher filled with jam, jelly or rolls
a spanish tango taste
a with a terra cotta fit
with a butter bell crock
butt lets peak
to the frothing of our lips
let the valley seed with her ripeness
so that the lush of
the
will de bee
can forever sqeeze our path
i am who i am
as you are who you are
the rest will be how it is
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