Time after time I'd just give up after so many near misses A nose would poke and my mind would wonder off thinking about a psychology paper about IQ tests which would get me closer than your nose prodding ever could and you never even attempted your hand myself it really didn't matter but I'm sure Miss Palm got more action and affection this isn't like horseshoes and hand granadesBirth sign: Gemini
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