Poem Of course perhaps I could sweep you up And taste the softness of your skin I expect you would reply,'you dirty pup.' But I can take it on the chin. Well if you move in secret ways I cannot help but feel your worth I cannot negotiate a mortal maze I just wait patiently until you feel the Earth... Sign in to see full entry.
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