That you got the country girl
from the back woods to wash your dishes,
do your laundry skin your cat fish
even dual equipped
exhausts pointed outwards
and plus her blossom;
milking
but she hasn't
obtained the since
lower
her breeches around her ankles
and it keeps them
always full
backwoods need a heathen.
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