Tuesday, March 22, 2016
I'm A Romant, I Tick / I Don't Take Stock . I Tock / I Am Stoked @ Midnight, / The Full Moon Fills My Face , Lights My Stage So I Am Fright-Without
I Feel All The Rage When Moon
Peonies Become The Moon Flow
Frame My Face No Longer Shad
Owes Ouch Ooch And I Do Prow
Row My Manly Dark Shadow Pr
Owls Mine Eyes Sharp On Prowl
Pry Prist Prim 'N So No Prance I
In Shades Of Midnights Of Moon
Master My Mire Most Mossy Mis
Is There Magic-Still No Need 2 P
Ill In So Man-Woman Pills 2 Be
Out To Be Smit I Eyes Mine So Sm
Mitts My Two Balls My Sack My
Jewels My Pearls My Mrs Misses
Misers Not To Be Selfish To Share
My Prize To Shelve My FoesFears
2 Flesh My Stage 2 Trade My Pry
Accept Those Limits Lather My P
Rinse My Rants Make Wholes Of
So Many Lonely Holes Heal My M
Itty-Bits-Bit-Bitty Blasts Of Phlegm
Flirt Ahhh All Alert My Chiefs Of
So Much Mine Howls My Growls
My Grins My Nightly Naughty Spins
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