I Bent Backwards
.
She never looked
mine
saddest write
Eight yellow
Blooming roses
Regular roasted coffee
With irish cream
not a wink
I offered her
The Groupon
She acted az it wuz
the grope’on
She never looked
i felt though
the breeze uv her
middle digit’s
flick
*can ya believe it...yep
LOL ;) i had to share it....
Copyright © James Peranteau | Year Posted 2023
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