My son and my best friend
By Citrus
Dirty Pants, Ladish chants Dandruff and grease, Bitten nails Emails Anything for peace. Calls from girls Chocolate whirls Growing at a pace, MSN ICQ, Spots upon the face. The word is cool The friendships rule, Homework always late, Hairy chin, Cheeky grin my son and my best mate!give me some pointers how to set this out..I wasn`t too sure. Written March 3rd, 2002 © on Mar 03 2002 02:28 AM PST 0 • 10
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