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took me to the flu and bees and jews steep rulings from bullies and fueling our cars with earths blue and green and dueling and jewel thieves, mood rings, two sing the same tune: me!! True bling from you to your boo thing! and soon the kitty will blow like a tuba, tulips 🌷 in the mood to hit it with a whip while I'm nude n my hips swoon and dip on ya, scuba ya dick, a zoo trip, Ludacris asked what ya fantasy is, it's a tragedy, stricken with casualties and blimps with blasphemy written across it, fabulously into the drag scene, maddened seize on grandma's spleen she hasn't been needed since their orgasm was complete for fashion and genes being passed in a gleam, no one could Crack their dream as long as they sat by the stream and never sappy or mean, saddened to see their kids black out on lean, so they salvage their breeze and half of it is heated to flatten the drug dealer and bash him and flee while they have it to scream about their pragmatic beliefs to dance with prestine swag, feet tappin, he's grabbing at her ass, please laugh, it's a deep pattern to feel up that rack and fiend for a woman who's real, not spat on or wheeled in like a handicapped peeled cat in a veil, status: queen of the damned, I squeal cuz I can, then seal the gram of this green plant 🌱 🌿