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While Out Busy Partying

For little j always remembered with BIG love and respect ..

                                                               He was not good enough
                                                                      for her, but she
                                                               was far too good for him ..
                                                                      Yet my how her
                                                               bones they did rattle like
                                                                          a sack filled
                                                                with old rusty spanners
                                                                        or something ..
                                                             She had not got one single
                                                                       ounce of meat
                                                              on her at all, but he liked
                                                                        her like that
                                                             and she swore she would
                                                                        never dare to
                                                            get fat and risk losing him ..
                                                                     Sadly she passed
                                                           recently as he, so they say ..
                                                                       Was out on
                                                          the town busy boozing and
                                                                      partying and
                                                        fucking her cousin the whole
                                                                 night, clean away ..

 

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Marion

The truth is mostly tragic...why is that? ...another good un x

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Neville

Just wish I effin knew M .. ta .. x

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