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David Beckham the man who's English is so bad like wash-dishes,just like little fishes, but YOU KNOW,YOU KNOW says David so this ode ode his for YOU KNOW, YOU KNOW YOU KNOW. David Beckham, David Beckham, you are wickham weckham, of Peckham, Peckham you sexy Beckham; Victoria Adams, she was sadams sadams his lady Adams Victoria is just pure puerilism beautiful girlish probabiism ;with baby duckling Brooklyn in tow crying crying grateful woe; Hello here comes Romaneo baby Romaneo Just like Geronimo tearful, fearful, Marco Polo; |
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I will sing you a student song which won't take long which goes, photography, theosophy, philosophy, palaeography, biogeography, historiography, study, study, study as clock tick on, on, and on so back too ontology, cryptography, pansophy, dittography, technology, cinemalography, and of course porologgraphy; |
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Pair lemons cuddle savouring embracing kisses Each recognised their ceaseless love. She spoke gentry Saying; See what you've done in this heart of love. Quivering complicated young women; juicy -fleshy loins, Sophisticated steely blue-grey sensual eyes Which bring blarery teardrop sighs. Bushy poodle-perm brunette highlights around nape Thin white swan neck. Acquainted lover hair hangs loosely near her waspish waist, Emerald-green Eros eyes reminds her of seducted Shining lemon leaves; Theirs obsessive Tongues fluctuate winding, twisting, teasing quintessential Zestful lust. Lemons' fragrance perfume drifting of unspoken love, Mediterranean sunset bright glossy pink crescent lips Giving smooth lingering kiss; Thoughts isle of Lesbos Therein lotus-eaters abodes within Sappho dreams within her mind, of nymphs visions Longing love, their bodies entwined in pleasure so divine Female soft-pale, slinky digits sliding slowly - caressing oval orbs Great fondling citrus' delight! Pert pips setting her light Digits wandering gently; touching thy shapely curvy behind Setting withering hips and thighs a' fervor Ripe as bosom upon the tresses Longing, clinging artemis' exotic lemons' fruitful trees Pouring pollen: passion on erotic summer breezes Satin-white petals like beautiful gossamer gloves Illicit libertine love Saffron limons oily leathery skin Flower of purple tints with reddish glints; Bittersweet as juices glitters from the rinds Then the ladies disappear infinitely in to the night So this is lesbianism! Love is all about! |
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Final experience when one dies While freezed with the disease Of riggormotis; which is me; Mourner's grieving acceptance to Unanswerable birds twitter, All round me; Pain all gone killed by morphine Making longing sleep fiddle-de-dee Like one day and one day like thousand years Bring eternal peace will be me; Corpse stale stench within my coffin Unresponsive ultimate slimey Earth is above me; Tennesee worms maggots crawl Inside me, decomposing Within me; In damp darkness shadowy flesh fingers Blacken as plastic bin; Bring patterns of my life cannot be ignored, no more Rose-lee for me; So I am no more. |
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