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As far as my mind flies away with the remembrance of a farting angel I know she gave me food for thoughts, though thoughts for food. Her eyes, like twin merry snowballs roll, and her nose as the tap drops, and her breath smoothly removing the blond locks of her large forehead - o Thou Lord why should I miss her so much ?
by C.B.
by C.B.
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