Semen and sweat,
Every old habit.
Lies and fornication,
Who wanking off to Babestation?
So much smelly sin,
At the gates, would God let me in?
Wanna throw the old me right in the bin.
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Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
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I thought this would be about the outcome of eating too many sprouts or baked beans - heehee.
Haha, I don't lie sprouts lol.
That's the spirit, Shaun!
Here's some words I read recently: "Instead of fighting the habit, I worked on unearthing the paradise of joy and well-being that naturally resides in the body. Once I found that the fighting was over."
Great quote, thank you for that.
You're welcome. (BTW those words were said by Bob Gardner)
Cheers.
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