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Apr 3
Those gorgeous blue eyes
That smile I could never tire of
Already bossing me in my place
Chatting like a madam
Her words have no bounds
Saying what you see with no consequence
As honesty just comes from the heart
No finish line,
just a babbling uncontrollable start
A girl who already knows how to dress
No trousers, jumpers or leggings
I will choose what I want daddy,
now go just away,

Blessed

JJB
My Clodagh
John Bartholomew
Written by
John Bartholomew  45/M/Cambridge
(45/M/Cambridge)   
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