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Jan 2012
What a party that was last night.
The drinks where loaded, as where the girls.
It was there I met Julia.
She invited me to look at her ****.
Then our eyes met, they instantly feel in love.
While stroking one of her ****, our lips met.
These are fine ****.   I said.

Yes she said.   I love breeding birds.
Placing the **** back in the cage.
While she playfully played with my ear.
We did the usual thing and after exchanged our phone numbers.
The party ended,  I still have not rang her.
Even thought her **** are still clear in my mind.
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
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