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Care. She was demure and rather poor had darns in both her stockings.... Sign in to see full entry.

A gross poem I am besotted or mostly applied to ladies of years still... Sign in to see full entry.

Theory. You are leg tops below a buttoned unmarked neck top. Soft orange... Sign in to see full entry.

Feather Bliss is like this softly moving around the contour of another... Sign in to see full entry.

The ten minute poem. I wonder in what mood to wander Shall I hold your hand... Sign in to see full entry.

This is just an old poem revised, Your starry hope shimmered at the thought... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday Sunday tea time, we the children look at the white plates. Mother... Sign in to see full entry.

INK. ‘Where are you coming from my pretty maid?’ ‘From the ink in your... Sign in to see full entry.

Baker looking for a wife. You must have big hands to work on the dough. And... Sign in to see full entry.

Horns. Wisdom comes too late to those who do not grow their horns, until... Sign in to see full entry.