In supple pines this tales unfolds,
A verse where passions are untold,
Between her legs, a subtle lure,
The demise of men from ages past,
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(cont.) Mostly (at times) I racked my brain to answer many Readers' (I'm sure) question: 'What the H++l IS between her legs? ' Could it be Godiva Chocolate, the TV remote, OR my wandering hens' eggs? ? (cont.)
(cont.) ...Yes, I'll give it 3 stars. My judgement IS fair. Don't be a doubting Thomas, and, of pride beware. For we've heard what can follow pride and all, and we'd best (at our age) not have a fall...(cont.)
I was so busy while reading this intriguing poem (OK, 'verse' if you will **) , busy going from 'this isn't my cup of tea' TO...'Maybe she'd let me sit on her knee? ' Parts I liked and others 'not so much', but at all times anxious, her, to touchl. (cont.) .)
(cont.) ..Say 'Hi' to your housemate, you I do implore, ..........then for goodness sake pick yourselves up off of the floor! ! ! : ) bri Chocolate? : ) bri