Thirsty Thursday
a poem on love, at first sight.
in music we say: "she used to be the sweetest girl ever, I left her ..." in written expression, we say: "that pole witty, like an actual bat- man I left the girl with a hickey ..." ...
in music we say: "she used to be the sweetest girl ever, I left her ..." in written expression, we say: "that pole witty, like an actual bat- man I left the girl with a hickey ..." ...
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