You are in the south of Jesus, South Vietnam, where is plush the rice fields,
Southern USA, where they speak patois,
In the night, and shining bright, a home where mom sits sipping, discerning and loving, waiting for orgasm,
Orgasm a die die deliverance, her sons splitting diamonds, diverted into live and let grapple, not to reproduce, but get rid of pimple, to give a mountain top of Tennessee
Some fun.
Spam of Human Affection 
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