A poem a week?
It's sure looking bleak!
.......And biting off the hand that feedsI really need a plumber*.*True my tap's leaking fast!
You'll have to arrange it yourself, Kaz. The GS only does it for the old, lonely and helpless.
How very sad and I hope not autobiographical.
It wasn't me - I'm far too selfish.
The sky was dark, the moon was high;All alone, just her and I. Her hair was so soft; her eyes so blue,I knew just what she wanted to do. Her skin so soft; her legs so fine,I ran my fingers down her spine. I didn't know how, but I tried my best;I started by placing my hands on her breast. I remember my fear, my fast beating heart;But slowly she spread her legs apart. And when I did it I felt so shame;All at once the white stuff came. At last it's all finished; it's all over now,My first time ever at milking a cow.
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