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Bad Poetry

You got some curls that are just made for ruffling.

You possess a tush that deserves a sonnet all of its own.

Your smile would light up a small town, and still have power to spare.

Your eyes are as blue as a Grecian Sea.

How you handle your gun sets 'bout every hormone I possess a pinging.

The way that gun belt sits on your hips, sends my thoughts south quicker than the first signs of winter.

And that's all she wrote....

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