In my youth, I never whistled at a passing woman
In my youth, I never whistled at a passing woman.
In my youth, I never made a raunchy catcall.
But I’m sure the gist of what I must've been thinking
could’ve made a city like Sodom or Gomorrah fall.
Copyright © Marinus Jansen | Year Posted 2025
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