I feel horrible. She doesn't
love me and I wander around
like a sewing machine
that's just finished sewing
a turd to a garbage can lid.
Added: 19 Aug 2001 | Last Read: 12 Oct 2008 10:24 AM | Viewed: 7826 times
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