My Last Shorty of the Day
My Last Shorty of the Day
Which you should delight in
I hope so here goes:
Now how was I supposed to make my eyes twinkle
Every time I would try to count each and ever wrinkle
Which on her whole body had been solemnly exhibited
And to think I could not touch and was strictly prohibited.
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2014
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