Amazonian

isituorme

Amazonian
You don't amaze me any more
Your stuff is late,usually poor,and Still I'm waiting by the door,you've turned me into who I'm not,a curtain twitcher, Where's my slot ,my Neighbours want to call the police they think I'm looking at there niece ,but all I want Is what is mine that spanner set ,for auntie vie ,it should have been here yesterday ,and now I'm hoping for today,I'll never use this way again you've got me going round the bend ,but wait a mo ,whats this I see ,a candlelarbra that's for me .
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  • Author: isituorme (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 14th, 2016 03:51
  • Category: Unclassified
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