Poems from Lipinski

Rob Zombie sings of pussy and liquer He sings of dead radio and alien sex But... has he ever sat naked on a red, ripe, apple?
so I could, could , bore you with facts of pussy and tits. as why not? That is what a man thinks...   Pussy footing around with the...
It comes to mind; straw The smell of harvest is to smell the end of sorrow and then to walk up-side-down down a white drinking straw funny...
a rainbow whittled down to a blunt point, pounding trees softened by rain i just saw a couple of joyful clouds getting into mischief i just...
Arghh!

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