Bile
It tickles my fancy Don't you know To see you there Oh so blue It's all your fault Don't you know All you had to do Was let me grow But why do that Don't you know When you can stay Just like you are Never leaving from the rut Of cycling bile through your gut
Posted by Richard Handley at 11:39 PM
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