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| ~*~* It Made No Sense *~*~ |
| It was like leather sticks with mushroom coating. Like cow tongue licks with weather side roaming. A naked watch that was watching me. A lever to pull that grew like a tree. Slowly but surely the muscles were fat. Uplifting but low......the owner was a rat. Sold to the corner where the slobber sets in. It's wet and smells bad like a few......of our friends. It was like a condom...... That was made out of stone. A cracker of wisdon that was so damn old. Like crows it was...... Washed with no rinse. Like me it was...... It made no sense. |