Filly Gawking
Sixteen, thirty-six, sixty-six, eighty-one
Age has no bearing, gawking's a sport for everyone
When a filly walks by
We bug out our eyes
We have trouble breathing, we come undone
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2016
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