ClarkA Poem by Kenneth The Poet
there once was a guy named Clark
who touched himself after dark because of the cutie with the bodacious booty and now, he's flying high as a lark
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Added on October 5, 2014 Last Updated on October 5, 2014 Author
Kenneth The PoetBismarck, NDAboutKenneth The Poet is an optimist wrapped in the candy shell of moroseness and cynicism. He lives between the two parallels marked 46 and 49, all while living in the state marked 39. He pretends that he.. more..Writing
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