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She must be someone’s lady in clumsy condition,
Standing under the roof of an abject hut near the plain
Trembling out of the cold that brings chilly wetted air and spray
For meagerly depth of veranda brought her to wall for safer stay,
Still you’re unable, they’re eager to touch your silky skin!
Visibly of early twenty the divinely ending teen,
Wetted curl with their wavy figure, although they are scattered,
Yet, gorgeous traits of them were not lesser than formerly,
Seems they are sodden wet and enhanced the femininely ...