you know the scene sirens in jeans and seemly shirts maybe a bit wet
dream ladies with practiced hungry stares trying new and used lies wrapped up in golden locks and lightly smoothed
ahah says the greek fellow you'd like to succor me into touch using only your wiles and a cracked voice box
stand back he cries give me my mast of sturdy yew and my manly lashing crew
David Ritchie, Portland, Oregon
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