Black Poetry : she's a BLACK SOUL SISTA with class played a harp in the past it was like a sharp blast to ones eardrum the task was music and boys use it to get girl

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and like a skating rink.
wheels are rolling in her pink
coochee, oh a girl went to this very party
and talked to everybody
and a boy wanted to kiss
her lips she just ran
oh, wet panties on a loveseat
while listening to a club beat
letting them dry
while a boy is getting pie
love rules
and like club dues