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Wanda. S

She couldn't stop herself from shoving
Jesus down my throat, even if she wanted,
and to tell you the truth.

By our third date, I was starting to listen
as I sat there on her parent's couch while she
thumbed her way through the Good Book searching
for the exact chapter and verse, she just finished
quoting so I could read it at home
when I had the time, and.

Deep down inside I think knew,
it was gonna be like this, with both her parents
‘hanging on corners handing out Christian literature,
and.

Her with that holier-than-thou saving herself
for her wedding night crap, she sprouted, but managing
to show me enough leg, and letting me feel quite a bit of titie
so I'd stay interested, but.

Like my old man told me.

Everyone gets a shot at, at least one Holy Roller
in their lifetime, or amputee but them amputees.
They're always a lot harder to find.
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