A Day In the Middle of Ever
A Day In The Middle Of Ever(a summer day)
Eating and smacking her female lips,
enjoying her food
it will ever be no sin,
thinking of poorme what does he have,
oh i should not even be enjoying this
my oh my there are people like me
who have so much less
i have my kiss embroidered so neat
i carry it on a kerchief with me
i place it to lips that eat meat as well
just as much and as many as ewe
thinking of poorme
she tells me sometimes it is true
thinking of poorme is her job
she is no snob
Parme does not rhyme with erline.
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