No wonder I can't remember!

No wonder I can't remember!

A Poem by andrew mitchell

No wonder I can't remember!

Sucking the n*****s, soft;
her breasts bare, so fair
in the need for survival......
I was only a baby.

But for the life of me
I can't remember!

T'was then I
found out....


I was....
           bottled fed.


Mother!

© 2015 andrew mitchell


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Well if that has put a strain on your life, you need to find a place to catch up on your missed experience. Just remember to ask first.

Another little fun piece to keep your mind rolling. Well done.

Posted 10 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

10 Years Ago

hahaha LMAO Thanks Willard!
the person who bottel fed me was a babysitter with turrets ..now i mumble bad words every time i am around milk...or cows

Posted 10 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

10 Years Ago

Haha Thanks Terry lol
This is funny...oh no...poor baby!! I've always wondered about them bottle fed folken...ha ha.

Posted 10 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

10 Years Ago

hahaha thank you jesse

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

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