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Stood on its head
She made me a cuckold
With my best friend
"Go ahead
No problem!"
I said
And made love
With her close friend!
When life stood
On its head
"How dare you two!"
She said,
And in vain
Tried to trap me in bed
Planting a kiss on my forehead
Darling the winner of
My bread.
"I am afraid
I have tasted the meaning of
Life to the full!
So don't be a fool
Be cool
And taste him
To the ...
Thursday 8th June 2017 3:19 pm
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