Sunday, August 10, 2008
Cheek
You strolled along the avenue, your manner oh so grand I wondered if you'd buy me, the last peach on the stand You languidly surveyed the scene as there you stood We bowed down in obeisance, I thought " he must be good "! You fondled all the apples and pears nearby displayed Caressed the pretty...
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