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bill bissett

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Its Past Th Green Margarine Now
04/28/2026 14:58h
yu cant catch me n i cant catch yu we wer cumming together nd th allman brothrs wer playing on yr stereo us on th pillows yr eye cumming into me opn hed no bugs at ths altitude yu sd bfor n say it agen thr is nothing to make up inside ths tent or awning ovr th colors nd my gaze along yr skin yr two eyez bcumming whun eye in yr forhed or a third eye appeering my cum in yu yr cum in me

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