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29 Sep 2009, 01:37
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Downsyndrome Vixen
I fucked a girl with downsyndrome,
I think I'm going to hell.
She came at me, too cross-eyed to see,
and she put me under a spell.
She laughed,
I cried.
She drooled,
I dried.
She hugged,
I plugged.
She sang,
I came.
I fucked a girl with downsyndrome,
I think I am going to hell.
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I fucked a girl with downsyndrome,
I think I'm going to hell.
She came at me, too cross-eyed to see,
and she put me under a spell.
She laughed,
I cried.
She drooled,
I dried.
She hugged,
I plugged.
She sang,
I came.
I fucked a girl with downsyndrome,
I think I am going to hell.
http://www.shittypoems.com/
Your username has it right...
Ah, were I courageous enough
To shout, Stuff your pension!
But I know, all too well, that's the stuff
That dreams are made on:
For something sufficiently toad-like
Squats in me, too;
It hunkers are heavy as hard luck,
And cold as snow,
And will never allow me to blarney
My way of getting
The fame and the girl and the money
All at one sitting