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Pimped

Pimped

I can’t get the smell of his spunk of my hands
it’s like it’s developed strands
leaving it’s mark on everything
I’ll forget when their covered in bling
 

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Dean Kuch

Diamonds, emeralds and rubies (and let's not forget sapphires and jade) set in gold have a way of making everything seem better.
Right, Susan?
Heh-heh-heh...
~Dean Kuch
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