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Why don't you stand up, And address the class, since you're so keen On starting offhand conversations? Austerity catapults into
My body was a vessel for the male ego, An instrument of pleasure and of sexual gain, Until a sensory angel came into my life And turned sex into love again.
Follow me down to the willow trees,where we can sing and dance along with the bees;With our youthful hands in the air, set your spirit free.
Forever crow another one Chips and chirps of unseen ones The voices I once heard begin to fade As the voices die down Mother nature begins to speak Her whispering soul flows through the trees
I am an escape artist
A perfect boat of gravy,A tender slice of lamb,Crispy green vegetables,Potatoes straight from the pan.
The leaves on the treesFall every autumnIf they can fallWhy can't I? I'm drifting downwardsAway from youIf someone doesn't snatch meI'll be gone.
Bam, the door closes Your toe is in between Oww, oww, you yell and jump around while holding your leg Sensory nerves from your toes Shoots up your body to the brain
pain feels like the air rushing out of your lungs looks like someone trying to hold themselves together tastes like bitter tears running down your cheeks into your gasping mouth