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Nov 2010
Wouldn't you know it
by the curve of her hip and lip
she's smoking
she's smoldering
she's everything you'd ever want
i think she may be made of air

Wouldn't you know it
she's so descriptive
So detailed
Blueprinted before the day she was conceived
Fine printed
Fine tasted
Wined and Grind
Have her with dinner
Don't forget to swallow before you choke.
Samantha Lynn Bates
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