in the silent night, thank heaven none are speaking just listening to mother nature as she rejuvenate the earth email where is your boy 2 night?
jack When I cook measure my life in potato peels things are not always as they appear brooks yet we hold oft too dear my name isn't brooks its brooke, you know like the stream.
dreaming like i'm floating (it matches the name) If i really was a river, i'd float all day.
my smile melts with confusion artisticly enhanced she titty-danced her clients glanced at her mammarily-expansed bust, de-pantsed and chanced, "Canst thou dance as Constance danced? I swear, the crappiest poems ever written are by Meghan Lindenberger if thou canst quicken But I wouldn't mind taking a shirt off Meghans chest in case it hurts, i must confess watching you cry at its best no one can test,this love is feeling rhetoric there's a void where you once were, and it's growing Corretta Scott King was the queen of a King i'm so cold and alone, in my soul it's snowing rap In the snow flakes, with the wind thats flowing happy valen what?
tines day why do people hate frogs I like tadpoles Cause frogs are nasty!
oh yeah approach I too can fly the gravestones are battared, the trees are now creaking Can you too try to fly?