Come, Don'T Swear
J
James McLain
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Coming, going away,
it keeps,
never really can I do not flow and want you with - yet.
As for tears…
When, whether it must come,
it is with sad dissatisfaction,
see I see the sea!
Racing faucet!
Dripping faucet!
Come don't swear.
Even when the panties by the middle tear.
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