My Sheltered Upbringing
Well, well, well, well, this is the story of four holes
How's that for a real grabber my merry old souls
Ear holes, nostrils, and mouth
And one other a little further south
But my sheltered upbringing won't allow me to say *******
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2018
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