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Warm, bright sun, upon my back, As I wander through the wood. Flowers grow, for my delight, I take some, I know I should. Friends are always near at hand. They are such utterly divine. Never sneer at what I wear, Their coats, too, are so fine. Lazy days to gather around, Our favorite swimming hole. Take a dip, or just relax, The water soothes our every soul. Evening comes, we head back in. My man knows just what he should do. Warm calloused hands to squeeze my ******* I'm a happy cow, with a contented moo!
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Nov 29, 2011
Nov 29, 2011 at 6:39 AM UTC
Hands Upon My *******
Warm, bright sun, upon my back, As I wander through the wood. Flowers grow, for my delight, I take some, I know I should. Friends are always near at hand. They are such utterly divine. Never sneer at what I wear, Their coats, too, are so fine. Lazy days to gather around, Our favorite swimming hole. Take a dip, or just relax, The water soothes our every soul. Evening comes, we head back in. My man knows just what he should do. Warm calloused hands to squeeze my ******* I'm a happy cow, with a contented moo!
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Nov 29, 2011
Nov 29, 2011 at 6:39 AM UTC
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