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Studs

My boots have studs like you might see On any biker chic. I wondered if they were the right ones That I ought to pick. Yet they look cool and fit so great I figured, what the hell – And no one’s laughed behind my back (As far as I can tell). When I was younger, though, the only Way I’d want a stud Was to come across one in a club Made out of flesh and blood!

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Date: 11/11/2014 3:22:00 PM
Sixteen on center and two for a king. Is about all about studs, I know. I'm not one for flashy biker bling. And to bars I no longer do go. Peace. :)
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Date: 11/11/2014 12:08:00 PM
Very enjoyable humour, Ilene! Do you mean to say that now you don't look at studs any more?!!:) // paul
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Date: 11/8/2014 11:58:00 PM
oh, I knew right where this one was going. Sometimes we think dangerously alike. GOOD one.
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Date: 11/8/2014 7:34:00 AM
lol i do love your humour Ilene:-) Hugs jan xx
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