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Oh this polite gentlemen, From ear to ear he's got me smiling. His arms are strong from everything. He makes me, just want to, ahhh sing! Lets talk about those hairy legs, Find him when he's older, he'll be drinking those kegs. one day he shall get there, Hell if I can, but he will i swear. Later at night, he becomes silly. Plenty of time to daddle it up, yeah to dilly. He's got moves to make your legs shake. Oh for goodness sake. Take your time, there's no rush. For him I have a baby crush. - - - - - - - - - - - part two of the same poem. - - - - - - - - - - - Yes, he's so fine. Talk bad, he'll keep you inline. Nothing tragic will set him back, No he never puts forth no slack. Curious, he wonders how i work. Hell, he's even asked me if I could twerk. Country music, is his forte. In the mud he enjoys to play. Catch him riding in his truck. You're funny if you think he gives a **** Going here and there. Catches me looking when I stare, No room for what i want to say, Not ever enough time in one day. (est.j.r.e.)
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Aug 26, 2013
Aug 26, 2013 at 11:02 AM UTC
Polite Gentlemen, Under right Circumstances.
Oh this polite gentlemen, From ear to ear he's got me smiling. His arms are strong from everything. He makes me, just want to, ahhh sing! Lets talk about those hairy legs, Find him when he's older, he'll be drinking those kegs. one day he shall get there, Hell if I can, but he will i swear. Later at night, he becomes silly. Plenty of time to daddle it up, yeah to dilly. He's got moves to make your legs shake. Oh for goodness sake. Take your time, there's no rush. For him I have a baby crush. - - - - - - - - - - - part two of the same poem. - - - - - - - - - - - Yes, he's so fine. Talk bad, he'll keep you inline. Nothing tragic will set him back, No he never puts forth no slack. Curious, he wonders how i work. Hell, he's even asked me if I could twerk. Country music, is his forte. In the mud he enjoys to play. Catch him riding in his truck. You're funny if you think he gives a **** Going here and there. Catches me looking when I stare, No room for what i want to say, Not ever enough time in one day. (est.j.r.e.)
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Aug 26, 2013
Aug 26, 2013 at 11:02 AM UTC
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