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A poem about dreams coming true - enjoy! |
| Smith is the ranger While Yogi's no stranger - You're laying so close For that sex-minded dose! Together so fine, And crossing the line Torpedoes are fired, For sex is desired... So much for Deanna's Luscious bananas - Times are a-humming, And soon we'll be cumming! It's time for a slinky That's bound to feel kinky - So signal the turn, Which we will not spurn! |