Of your gleeeeee not take the sheen,
My dearest Edvard Nesfaratu fart,
Dearest friend so near my heart,
No feathers left, the tax man plugged me clean,
But heat I need, now just bare skin,
Heat that dungeon real good,
Barbeque or wood,
Not mind my Buzzard kin,
But should you even think of this,
For instance, consume my tender flesh,
You gets a slap, if you gets fresh,
I’m not a her, but his,
You get me buddy? Let the girls do all,
There’s plenty here to go around,
My meat will you astound,
Their little hearts enthral,
Go to it little buddy dear,
Soon it’s time for nigh,
In, your witches fly,
I’ll be among them without fear,
But in the meantime dearest dear,
Practice, that song I send,
You know the one, that went,
JASMIN is a real dear!©30/10/2009
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