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Apr 2013
Watching from my bedroom window
As he does his chores down below

A teenage girl’s endless joy
Not to mention he’s our pizza boy

Rippling muscles, tight tan skin
The perfect prize I’m desperate to win

Deep **** voice, that shaggy brown hair
His stupid girlfriend who I know doesn’t care

With a bright smile, I want more
From my perfect boy next door
Emily Helen Culver
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