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Thelma has soft buns
She also likes her runs
Nature:where she suns
Thelma has soft buns
Not just as in, only one
Never merely a single bun
Two, she had this morn
Her stomach is well worn
Unto strong DNA; born
She may just blow her horn
Off of gluten, she'd sworn
Lab puppy, surely to be shorn
I cracked up laughing, I did
Who am i to hope to kid?
Hope not in the bed, to rid
Mushroom cap with a big lid?
Naughty thing that she so bid
In tall grass, dead buns did live
Between white teeth, to hide
Wheaty evidence; gut suicide
Glutton eyes; couldn't have lied
After she sleeps, 'er off... today
We may see acid; come into play
"Away, bitch!," I shalt have say!!!
Katherine Marion
www.SupernaturalWoman.com
p.s.
A pretty pic.. from yesterday.
Ms. T showing off that other set ..
of buns.
She sleeps.. soundly now
quite the furry hon!!!!
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