The St Ives Woman Returns
The St. Ives woman is back on the scene.
She once again appears on the right of my screen.
Her visits seem to be fewer and further between.
That brunette doll has her omnipresent smile.
She snatches my attention for at least a while.
I see her once again just standing there
smiling at me, and in her underwear.
I admit that woman stirs my emotion.
That company will do anything to sell skin lotion.
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2011
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