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the scent of sonnet

The scent of sonnet

I was watching a TV program of Hercules Poirot the heroine in 
the plot had no **** and wore an evening dress with aplomb…. 
Clearly, she had not sat on a carpet
in the forest of spring where the animal of love roams it is
green as spring grass has a pink underbelly looks like a purring
cat or a puppy that softly barks. It droplets of scents
that make lovers enamoured for a day or so sadly there is
always a tomorrow of regrets for some. 

If the woman with small **** happens to sit on a carpet in
the glade she will fall in love and pad her bra 
and that is ok, why should she not enhance her lack this
bagatelle when there are tringles of love in the air
and if this does not help there is always divorce much a lonely
the man is satisfied with a triangle

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