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01-26-2014, 10:22 AM
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Training Day
My love
My dear The light of my life You make life worth living Most days that is Today though I wish I had a caste iron pan So I might smack you upside the head with it Or maybe I should roll up a newspaper And smack your nose with it Like I do the dog Maybe you will pay attention To the fact that you are irking the shit out of me I don't want to break up with you I don't want to kill you That would be way to messy It would just be easier to train you Like the dog that you are
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