Villager King
balance fo power warning in its utmost desire
cover me Charlie Sheen with his ding a ling
pardon me midnight swing Polar King;
my mind is clear now phone will ring
ten feet tall walk through the mall...
promote a castaway villager king
Sire Henry nerw his part
a candle light variation through a dream
we look to their sea,
pulsating cock to please enough
dawn rivers threough ther trees
watching H.I.V. donner party T.V.
places we have been
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