There hasn't been any poetry for a while.Can we do that again? It made me smile.
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Thu 21 Feb 2002, 9:49,
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As it's rude ThursdayMary had a little skirt
With slits right up the sides
And every time she crossed her legs
The boys could see her thighs
Mary had another skirt
With a slit right up the front
She never wore that one
(With slits right up the sides
And every time she crossed her legs
The boys could see her thighs
Mary had another skirt
With a slit right up the front
She never wore that one
MartinH,
Thu 21 Feb 2002, 10:00,
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