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There was a blonde, a brunette anothers who's hair was black I swear, they all worry and fret but what is it they all lack? Body like a temple to a mind like a book Habits that are broad or simple or capable of the most seductive look the women who talk till the dawn over takes the moon or the quiet ones who love to stalk and never leave a minute too soon. Another girl, another day Walk along, walk forever Talk to her, talk away and maybe, it'll come, that you love her.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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