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Doesn't Make Sense Sounds Too Dense


Put on a robe. Your nudity don't need to be seen around the globe. Just because I sparkle & glow, don't make me a skanky hoe. Morals awaken, sin is forsaken. It ain't love we will be making. Nobody gets married anymore. Most men just find a convient whore. People with low standards, settle for less. They may take a gander. But they usually make a mess. I'm not in the mood for anymore food. © Harmony Sapphire . All rights reserved
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