there once was a woman named cookie she drives a taxi in new york-ookie one day a female passenger wanted to feel her love and said, come up to my apartment above but cookie resisted with the strength of a wookie.
Reason for writing:
a good friend of mine--matthew corbett maher
Birth sign: Not entered
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