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Please tell me why I’m never shy,
and flutter my eyes, as a butterfly.
Expose my leg and upper thigh?
If I was honest, I would rather die.
But because I'm not, and never shy
my skirts are short for passers-by.
Written by
Reuel George  29/M/United Kingdom
(29/M/United Kingdom)   
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