Dear Greece O mother
dear lover and land of many ways
You have been matched at worst
Unknown parachutes rest in hidden corners packed like Republicans pulling cock breath testimony
Ironically Not wearing Verti_brae sucking on man nipples lacking the milk to feed
sucking there own cock for life
The plight of priest without olives
Too much mixed wine
White washed and bane
There or rather here lay the gods of spirit Truman's pride
Look how I love without olives
Like it or next your boat varied beneath
the blue and white curling tangles
of her she that can not be described her the unannounced she
Her tangles magic love
She Politely in English known as
The sea
Takes it All beneath her skin. When Lax the thought of we
And thinking again we could sail her
On her back a pure bride moment
The live eye sea of sailing is contagious with olives.
Bay Blue leisure most with olives and the burning of oil politely known as light
Dear Greece the lies are at it again. Casual dress bandits casually cocked
Your word is your bondo diss-spiritedly
Binding filthy edge to filthy edge.
Your bowl cut doesn't matter
Your banquet doesn't matter
Your mow hawk doesn't matter
Your Nazi flat short ear doesn't matter
Your spread eagle blonde babes with Buddha eye slit bread and butter drunk slits craving yes
red skin blue skin yes
saying yes
Pink lips cock ring yes
spread eagle to yes
moaning yes in the dark yes
Proving yes
does not matter without olives.
And in turn she again can not be described
Dear Greece the masons care not of the stone
Plug stone upon stone plugs upon me upon me upon stone upon me upon me upon stone upon
Fuck you
That's why?
Dear Greece o mother, "no harm on thy bodie," s. Have gone through hell to tap upon glass with light noise to seek out least ness blog.
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