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The French Mistress
I remember the days of schoolboy French
When one day along came a comely wench
She made me all tongue tied and caused a certain distress
At least that’s how I remember the French mistress
She used to sit upon my desk
All long legged and short skirted
I could have sold my seat a thousand times over
But I sat there happily disconcerted.
The l’autobus est parti
I ...
Saturday 12th March 2022 11:54 am
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