with my family.
so drowsy.
life is good.
and i should,
forget the faet that i want my flirtations to call me!
my tattoo,
is not near a shoe,
joyce is tickled
by the thought
of me working
at pioneer house.
what she don't know
that my boy CJ
admires my renaming,
the house of parinoia
two trailor park girls
go round the outside,
one tells the other
to date a guy
the duke is making
me want to be puking
and all the joy i've been getting
is from my peeps the wiccans
the christians have been "holy"
and i shall be singing
the praises of a risen Lord
for years of conquered hearts minds and souls
PAIX
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