Fairies Waiting to go to the Ball. The seamstress is becoming stressed Now there was this little fairy She could not tell the truth She said her chest was scary But would not show the proof. Her brassier was a buttercup tied with a bright green grass I am the one who tied it up She was, well let... Sign in to see full entry.
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