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Jan 2015
I once ****** a ******* a boat;
She smelled awful, a bit like a stoat;
I fingered her ***
Which made us both come
And I wiped the **** off on her coat.
This is written from a male point of view. What I have under my kilt is MY business. If you don't like it, *******.
Edna Sweetlove
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Edna Sweetlove  London
(London)   
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