The Problem with Leather
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I once met a girl whose name was Heather,
whatever she wore ‘twas always leather.
It rained, it poured, we got all wet,
She said, “this leather smells like sweat”,
Before each date, she now checks the weather.
Copyright © Bill Baker | Year Posted 2024
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