He laid her on the table.... A Xmas poem.
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Tue Dec 11, 07 02:04 PM
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He laid her on the table, so clean and white and bare.His forehead wet with beads of sweat, he rubbed her here and there.He touched her neck and felt her breast, and then drooling felt her thigh.Her skin was wet and all was set, he gave a joyous cry.The hole was wide, he looked inside, and all was dark and murky.He rubbed his hands and stretched his arms….Then stuffed the Christmas Turkey!
What were you thinking of? LOL.
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