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She rolled to rope and softly bit her tress
She bent and crinkled thick her thunder thighs
She didnt much appreciate my caress
She blithely blinked her childish button eyes
She had no time for grey suit style success
She often voiced convenient little lies
She could accost backtrack and then acquiesce
She dealt me on the fly a dumb surprise
She jacks a joke with largest laugh or grin
And brings enthusiasm into our embrace
There are worse couples clipping off the pace
The stack is steady weve waged war winwin
Once I fooled with fillies each would nettle
Standards set too high Ive learnt to settle
Chorus nettle annoy pain