I'm very touched that you wrote me a love poem.I have written you one back:
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
No, you are clearly a massive dribbling cock.
(Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
No, you are clearly a massive dribbling cock.
2 Can Chunder Word to your mums, I came to prod bums,
Wed 9 Jun 2010, 11:13,
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