"Roses are red..." She said as I hushed her mouth,
with a wet kipper freshly plucked from her bucket,
"It wasn't always that wide!", she lied.
"Roses are red..." She said as I hushed her mouth,
with a wet kipper freshly plucked from her bucket,
"It wasn't always that wide!", she lied.
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