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Dec 2012
He had to admire her....
just look at her legs, all in place.
He wanted to kiss her
but, err, which end was her face?

Her wiggle said she was eager,
but suddenly all was quite clear....
'cos then he remembered the wisdom
to avoid those with a front like a rear.
Edwyna Prior-Beaumont
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Edwyna Prior-Beaumont  Dartmoor, UK.
(Dartmoor, UK.)   
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