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I Stood There Looking Sixteen I was, My breast pointed and soft, How round my ***** was, Dark not light my skin tone, Beautiful...., Very beautiful my father cried, But still I stood there, I stood there looking. Winter was here, I knew he will be there, No minute was there to spare, My obsession I had to dare, I wondered, Will he take me care, With him I needed to share, Alone this feeling hard to bare, Still looking I stood there, The room full of light, I remember that night, Present were people of might, I took him not off my sight, Around him ...those girls with dress bright, I thought of putting a fight, I stood there looking. He came and gave me a kiss, How long was this my wish? The whole place covered in mist, Soon we saw the priest, Before the village I was his Mrs., So gentle he never insist, Our life full of feast, Still I stood there looking. Here was summer, The mood somber, That day I remember, He was an army member, His duty took him to lands yonder, A cross the world my mind wonder, His body back on September, On my window I stood there looking, His grave lies there, .......still, ...........there I stood looking.
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Apr 10, 2020
Apr 10, 2020 at 3:48 AM UTC
I Stood There Looking
I Stood There Looking Sixteen I was, My breast pointed and soft, How round my ***** was, Dark not light my skin tone, Beautiful...., Very beautiful my father cried, But still I stood there, I stood there looking. Winter was here, I knew he will be there, No minute was there to spare, My obsession I had to dare, I wondered, Will he take me care, With him I needed to share, Alone this feeling hard to bare, Still looking I stood there, The room full of light, I remember that night, Present were people of might, I took him not off my sight, Around him ...those girls with dress bright, I thought of putting a fight, I stood there looking. He came and gave me a kiss, How long was this my wish? The whole place covered in mist, Soon we saw the priest, Before the village I was his Mrs., So gentle he never insist, Our life full of feast, Still I stood there looking. Here was summer, The mood somber, That day I remember, He was an army member, His duty took him to lands yonder, A cross the world my mind wonder, His body back on September, On my window I stood there looking, His grave lies there, .......still, ...........there I stood looking.
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Apr 10, 2020
Apr 10, 2020 at 3:48 AM UTC
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