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She’s pregnant with guilt Deep inside in turmoil Two minutes of lust Off the cusp Makes the colour of little Johnny A lottery must 50 50 odds of despair She could see it now Driven out shamed and bared Little Johnny turned out alright The odds in favour He turned out white Loving husband unaware Time moved on without a care Back in the sack With husband Jack A wry smile Wish he was black.

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Date: 7/7/2025 4:48:00 PM
Well, I could translate that last line in so many ways. She would have some explaining to do if he was. LOL..Thanks for sharing the humor. Sara K
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Paul Bell
Date: 7/8/2025 11:16:00 AM
Love to be a fly on the wall with that conversation.
Date: 6/11/2025 1:14:00 PM
haha. that last line was a great twist
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Paul Bell
Date: 6/14/2025 6:53:00 AM
She's a lucky girl.

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