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Thursday, July 13, 2017

Levonna's Love Poem

She's a black beauty queen.
And a sex machine.

All the boys.
Look like toys.

And the back of her hand.
She spends more time, in the sheets, theen the Klu Klux Klan.

She puts the homo in sapien.
That's her pussy, she's shavin it.

She's stuffed with crackers, like a soup kitchen.
She whispers in all the ears of the boys, are you catchin or pitchin?

Now its time to wrap up the show.
So getcha clothes and go.

This ain't a Holiday Inn.
Just...a palace of sin.

Now fare well, fare well.
(I guess) I'll see you in hell. 

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