16 Vessel Virgins
How Many More Times To The Store
She brought me a flower at the front door at the Cafe Corner Store.
I have never seen your sister standing alone in a shadow alone. She promises to be siting upon a throne. Now she is at the Cafe Corner Stone. How many more times they have caught her standing there to carry that stone to the shore.
The best bargain I have ever seen the thrilling story of the only lady....at the shore. She goes all the time to the dark side stone shore. It is all over to the eastern store.
And she wants me with a smile only to show their style on the beach in search of more. How many more times to show how to give her a broken arrow - at the corner store??
On the phone she gives her own. Ready to roam the shore. Age 16, and she always is alone. I know as I saw her standing there to the throne. I do declare this lady is in the rear. As there near 16 Vessel Virgins. And they had all gone to the shore with a dollar at the store.
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Paul Noel Cimino
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