What would we do without poetry
Afraid to be addicted to adultery?
Why am I so shy and a smart ass?
Time turns instantly into past...
Last one who sins shall be punished
I see your knees, they are sluggish
When I'll met you and your mother
I will erupt in an insane laughter.
Afraid to be addicted to adultery?
Why am I so shy and a smart ass?
Time turns instantly into past...
Last one who sins shall be punished
I see your knees, they are sluggish
When I'll met you and your mother
I will erupt in an insane laughter.
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