my x-ray eyes...

you cant see them.
they is hidden in the dark.
like her soft cavern; and the dewy eyes of yore... smack that camel down; one hump or 2?
now lonely on the shore,
I squeeze me pecker,
and give you the gift of my morning dew.

Sir Francis Bacon
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    · 21 years ago

    Ah, such beautiful, tender sentiments! Surely a perfect
    example of the flowering of the soul that has happened
    as a result of the rise of the highly spiritual
    Howard govenment. When God speaks directly to the PM
    during PM's frequent epileptic fits, or while fondling
    his microscopic member, can Heaven be far away?
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    · 21 years ago
    Ask Janet
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