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Apr 2013
He signed your ***
as I took a picture,
jeans pulled down
thong cover by that round
****, I can't get enough.
Just the photographer but
I'm happy as ****
cause you kissed me
on the cheek
and whispered,
"I love you." with a slur
for sure, you danced and swerved
those hips back and forth
for little 'ol me, the nobody
photographer.
© Daniel Magner 2013
Daniel Magner
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