Felt the week going by much too slowly.
Not until the week's end
Would he see his dear friend.
He loved her more than all that was holy.
Monday, February 6, 2012
Time Passing
As he yanked on his stiff, throbbing pole, he
Felt the week going by much too slowly.
Not until the week's end
Would he see his dear friend.
He loved her more than all that was holy.
Felt the week going by much too slowly.
Not until the week's end
Would he see his dear friend.
He loved her more than all that was holy.
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