Dec 31, 2013
Love Poem #1 by Craney
Wrist watch, tell me the time, big cock, making you whine. That's right, we all rhyme and we do's the don'ts to make the little girl cry. Tis fine, cuz after we done, to the safety of home we all run... cuz we can't let the cops test our cum. Next day, the newspaper said, the poor little girl had been pronounced dead. Investigators say it was 3 naked men running about the town with 3 small head. Everybody cried as tears were shed, 'RIP Sky' is all the epitaph read