| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - dI didn't hear you enter, no I didn't hear the doorWith my hand upon my member and my pants upon the floorA burden to your brain is an image you despiseLike blood and guts and starving kids and Stevie Wonder's eyesWell it seems last night you caught me spanking itNo use denying it, I was really cranking itNow dry your eyes, do not be so sadBut I would not use those tissues; they have already been had,
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