Beer Mats On Clergymen's DoorsRevelling in Past Creations,Beer Mats On Clergymen's Doors
Pretentious Lullabies, sacred on the bedrest:-
Thought less alibies whom kick you in the shins when you're back is turned, Knifewards.
Saying little is all that's Really Required-
Pointless Refuge:- Wash your mouth out with salt and your hands clean of their mid-morning-mud-cakes, you disgraceful Cherub.
Hopelessly Paralytic, Paralyticly Hopeless...
&nbs
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Roses are red
Violets are blue
They'll need dental records to identify you...
Swab the decks you sea dogs!
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