THE MOODY BLUES DATE   SHE SPENT HER NIGHTS IN WHITE SATIN WHILE I HAD A LAP SHE SAT IN WE STARTED TO SMOOCH WHICH TASTED BETTER THAN HER POOCH THIS WAS MY ETERNITY ROAD WATCHING TV IN MY ABODE By marvin goldfarb © 2011 marvin goldfarb (All rights reserved)

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