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Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Shade 64: Dilemma

You have a pretty face
With a temperament mean and severe
And an attitude sharp and appalling
Your voice is a shrieking siren to hear
Your scent sets my skin all a-crawling
You’re dull of wit and slow of mind
Not the girl I would embrace
You sag a bit when I look from behind
But… you have a pretty face
Posted by choragos at 10:09 AM
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