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A DAY ON THE BEACH She was so young, and so flouncy Her hair wind swept was oh so bouncey Her teats, so hard, so firm I sat in my beach chair and started to squirm She knew I was looking at her and she started a smile Something rose in me, could've gone a mile Her body was firm, firm and taut My mind was willing but my organ was not! The thing I had to do was stay contented My ageing body it was that I resented So back to my book, and back to my chair I thought, "Life at my age just isn't fair!" |
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