Young filly of mine, who always has to wander Why not stay, instigate some play We both will raise our voice As we do romp We as a couple, will perspire together Have lots of fun in the feather's Are you sour? my little petal I will laugh, you will scowl I will come, that is for sure What is love? without a smile Lets not delay, lets get it on I'll stuff your youth, give you plenty My sweet and sour and twenty Written Saturday July 2005

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