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Jun 2018
She has a kind face and wears glasses with a tortoiseshell coloured rim,
   And has a tortoiseshell coloured thing on her lip that could really do with a trim,
    Which, when she is thinking, she flicks with the tip of her tongue,
   And she says she isn't sixty years old, she says she is sixty years young.

    In bed she wears a laced corset of patent red leather,
    That concertinas the skin on her chest where it presses her ******* together,
    And though she's three times my age she says it isn't a barrier,
   And it's not because she is very rich that I say yes when she asks me to marry her.
Rich Hues
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Rich Hues
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