Dancing In My Boxers

Dancing in my boxers till the break of dawn So invigorating and joyful, like a lithe wee fawn Pirouettes and pliés Like a joyful ballet My troubles and strife are suddenly gone
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Smith Avatar
November 25, 2016 at 3:13 PM
My head was shakin at the guy in pink...did I somehow have to much to drink...there he leaps...I rub me peeps....im going crazy that's what I think
Ellison Avatar
November 26, 2016 at 7:36 AM
A sight to see eh! Calm down now... you're going to lose control!
Flats Avatar
November 25, 2016 at 8:21 AM
Better give your shorts a break//how much dancing can they take?//you'll have a boxer rebellion//you pliant young hellion//without boxers your "children" will ache. GOOD MORNING JACKSON!!!
Ellison Avatar
November 25, 2016 at 8:32 AM
Checked Google and this is what I found about the boxer rebellion!!! The rebels, referred to by Westerners as Boxers "because they performed physical exercises they believed would make them able to withstand bullets" No charge for this wee tidbit... GOOD MORNING JOHN JOHN!!!
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