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Still Picker

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One more shot in my glass
Two steps my jiggering dance
Three fingers till midnight
And squeaks of my rum 

Bobbling my staggering prose 
Waggling my feathered quill
Oblivious the curdling squall
Within ink of the well swill

Edge of my tottering nod 
Blinking my red eyes
Fata Morgana caressing
My staggering knob 

Grasping the endpin 
My pickering swell pecker 
She flicks her musing tongue
On my swollen still picker 

Froth of the bubbling member
Quivering four spits of cum 
Three fingers till midnight
And squeaks of my rum

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