And so we speak amongst us each other of sheer panties,
open windows the hot sun and boxer's and twisted thongs and american idols like Justin beavers many ponds.
Debating which is clear and those the few when luscious lips red bursting out at school the worst, and fretting all day long the song I hum hearing the others they buzz.
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In the house that holds mirrors high on the walls I can never see. A brilliant poem is amazingly penned really.