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Naval Juice

Fresh juice of naval Beckoning within skin Promising treacle Orange and sweet Bowl bursting, glows Seatedon floor Ready to devour Baby walks in, spies Stands firm Hand outstretchged Sure okay, share with you Loves it, like Gran when a child Delighted in sweet juice Dripping on chest But baby must stay dry Clad in large apron wrap Covering designer overalls Chomps, tastes, smiles Bursting brim to brim Yes, naval juice! Demands more and more Oh, no! Saturated right through
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pamela-ellen-cooper
Australian
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Dec 27, 2011
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