Trash Bag

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Submitted: February 16, 2016

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I'll try to make it easy, I will try to climb the ladder

Until my bones brake to bits and pieces

Till take it easy no more, and the music sounded

With good melody

And the girl showed up with short-hot-pants

I looked at her legs. her legs were delicious eatable

It's all my fault, it is all, the next time around

With all my sex

What else can I do? To go over my head, to break some strings

I wish I was a house, no soul, no spirit, only the price

Just to be sold, as it is, including the rat-pet-mouse.


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