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I'd like to tell the secret story of my vicious passion. You might turn your back on me, and find it out of the fashion. I've tried to hide it all my life so that no one would find me here, while I was hiding in my hut biting Maggie's blackie doggie ears. It turns me on, it hards it on. I cath the poodle on the grass tie him up to the flagpole. When I press my teeth through his ear and feel relief from my black soul. I wake up from my xtc and find that the poodle is bleeding. My sweet little neighbour Maggie hears the sound of the poodle screeching, 'cause it hurts. It turns me on, it hards it on. Oh how I adore this taste of summer breeze. Oh how I adore this taste of summer breeze. (Hairy ears, Hairy ears, teeth dripping. Aching dog winding up scary fears - making taste bud signal blood in brains like fertilizing soil of increasing growth of sickening Ideas. Biteing black poodle soft pussy hairy ears is like strangling frail voices with a pumping dick) From Letras Mania