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Apr 2015
I saw her as I walked down the street
She was the kind of girl I'd love to meet

She wore the blackest of bikini tops
With cut off shorts you can't get in shops

Her hair was long and fell down her golden back
Just from looking upon her I lost all tack

In her small hands I saw something so right
In those lovely hands she held a box so tight

A pretty red box you can get at the walmart Asian aisle
Seeing that box just made me smile

I watched her as I walked on by
I listened to the way she sighed

I loved the way she took such tiny bites
Oh, the way that girl swallowed, it made me forget her rights

I forced myself to continue to walk
Knowing that girl would never want to talk...
For my pocky lovers everywhere
Kitts
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Kitts  Washington, U.S.A
(Washington, U.S.A)   
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   Ignatius Hosiana
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