''With lust we can surely flee
Thy love grows like a tree
To thee I give the seeds and me
For thy love to thee is like a spree''' POETRY BY FA
THAT'S WHY
GOD MADE
A GAL AND YE
AND
YE WITH MILLIONS OF MILLIONS SEEDS
DON'T WASTE THESE
EXPLORE MORE
THEN READ ME
PPME
MANY GALS THIRST FOR GOOD GENES
AND
MANY MARRIED ONES
CAN'T HAVE KIDS
DONATE YOURS FERTILE ONES
TO IVF
HUMAN ASSISTANCE
TO PRODUCE KIDS
KEEP IDENTITY UNKNOWN PLEASE
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