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Jun 2016
He sent me a message
and he said that he was a Kiwi
yes, it is my favourite fruit
but I guess they are seedy;
Then he took me to the Lakeside
where we talked under starlight
It was half-past one in grasmere
when he asked if I was tight
He took me to the bedroom
where he watched my clothes fall
He said that I was beautiful
and that I had it all
I guess I didn't realise
he would be serving me breakfast
Because he worked at the hotel
that we had just ****** in
Thomas Alan
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Thomas Alan  M/Newcastle, UK
(M/Newcastle, UK)   
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