FINGS WE SIT ON
Had to laugh.Found a mint aero,
Stuck to my arse.
I told the wife,
She said bless.
At least your
bottom's,
minty fresh.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley

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Written on 2022-12-03 at 01:09




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