France is thronged with knights
My ants are pregnant
Nights like wine grow with weight
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Your nights are my drapes
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Your thighs are my bright lights
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Home in the rain
Coda in the range
Toad bins enraged
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Your boobs are plants
Your window brooms
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Fascinating bubbles
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Steakhouse wine-stars
Super-people of dynamite city
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Freak show party
all over the dome-show
party party party
all night long
Danny had a sock fest
with his money in the tabloids
ate his own chocolate, looked in the mirror
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it may be your party
it may be my country
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quit wasting my time
i'm not a minority
monetaries are bombastic
who's got a big one
bigger ones are c l o n e d
twin boners are coners
cyclones in the moth
mouths
moths and fire-fighters
are blighters
mighty
mightier
might
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Name a celebrity. The blond anchor on CNN, for example. I would like to strangle her while fucking. Not to hurt her, of course. Just to assert my dominance. If you think I'm weird, then you've never seen pornography.
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