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Sep 18
First you take a peek, after when you're done.
Then you have a ****, and it's right back to square one.

Walking down the street, looking everywhere.
To find a special peek and ****, one always must prepare.

Peek and ****, peek and ****, is what I love to do.
Peek and ****, peek and ****, it makes me feel brand new.

When I find a spot I like, I crouch and hunker down.
Knowing I've had peeks on almost everyone in town.

Arriving back at home, I find my porcelain chair.
Sitting right upon it, with my big old derrière.

Peek and ****, peek and ****, is what I love to do.
Peek and ****, peek and ****, I sure enjoy the view.

After I am all pooped out, It's time to take a rest.
Dreaming of the peeks and poops I feel have been the best.

Mother liked to peek, and Father liked to ****.
You can bet our family time would throw you for a loop.

Peek and ****, peek and ****, is what I love to do.
Peek and ****, peek and ****, from here to Timbuktu.

Back when I was young, often if I'd see.
A person that I thought was neat, I'd **** immediately.

I hope that when you hear my tale, you'll blush and begin to squirm.
That Mary Jane helped write this one, I'm ready to confirm.

Peek and ****, peek and ****, is what I love to do.
Peek and ****, peek and ****, Should be on pay-per-view
Stephen Knox
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Stephen Knox  54/M/Norway
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