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the secret hint
The secret hint
I was watching a TV program about Hercules Poirot
the heroine in the plot had no tits and wore an evening dress with aplomb
She had not sat on a carpet in the forest of spring where
the animal of love roams is green
as spring grass has a pink underbelly that looks like a purring
cat or a puppy that softly barks. It droplets of scents
that make lovers enamored for a day or so, sadly, there is
always a tomorrow of regrets for some.
If the woman with small tits happens to sit on a carpet in
the girl she will fall in love and pad her bra
and that is ok, why should she not enhance her lack of this
bagatelle when there are tringles of love in the air
and if this does not help, there is always divorce, much loneliness, the man is satisfied with a triangle
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Jan Hansen
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