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: 8 Nov 2009 10:27 AM | Viewed: 8796 times
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