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Jun 2016
Jesus Christ Almighty!...

     *What?


A mouse ran up my nightie!...

     Ohhh...

He bit my ***!...

     Dear me!

Then ran lickety-split,....

     Where

*Slipping on my ****,

Squeaking for being so naughty.
Francie Lynch
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Francie Lynch
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