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Good Morning, Baby
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Pussy say, sleepy face |
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Tongue to strange the human race; |
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Nigger nakedly disturbed, |
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Mother's apt to be perturbed. |
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Bone to come exquisite crack |
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First I think I'll bite your back! |
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Tough banana, orange you cute |
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To berry up my laden fruit |
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Whereupon the sky is hope, |
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Crinkly nightgown fringed with dope. |
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Sizzling breasts lay upside down |
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Sweet my verb to touch your noun. |
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Dream to meet you in become |
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Bright beauties crying hungry from; |
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Buxom yawns get sucked to fuck, |
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French climax leaves you Donald Duck |
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Who feathers up relinquishment, |
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Half-smile so cruelly evident? |
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