how I hate it when I'm out
with my old lady
and see beauty pass by
the old dog revving up
at the scent of young meat
the perfect large heart-shaped ass
with long brown hair hanging down the back
perfectly pear-shaped body
a perfect plumper begging other woman as she strides
not that my old lady is a slouch
she still has hips that could kill
a guitar-shaped body that still allures
but you know us dogs
we're always hungry....
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Saturday, September 22, 2012
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