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FreesTyle

 Wedding bells,
glin, glin......
here comes the bride,
then goes the vows,
reception holds thereafter,
visitors excused,
Pheeeeeeeeeeew,
next, we took a flight to the moon,
to sip some honey,
forbidden fruit now approved by church,
we'd both remained virgins,
we needed no education on how to start the
meal though,
she told me of the style she wanted,
but I wanted freestyle,
we both wanted top,
and that was how the fight started.
Written by sektioN8ty (King Sammy)
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