Non-Sequitur to Common Sense (The Lord's Name Is Debbie btw)
Who writes this non- sequitur Meter of non-sense? Promise not to applaud Writer’s that don’t leave comments They’re like ugly, bra-less broads Smugly speaking…
Who writes this non- sequitur Meter of non-sense? Promise not to applaud Writer’s that don’t leave comments They’re like ugly, bra-less broads Smugly speaking…
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