Much!
Immature woman,
Massaging much...
I wish you would
Grow up!
Grow up!
Grow up!
Grow up!
Grow up!
For immature woman.
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K. A. Smith – published author and poet with experience in architectural design. I try to bring love and life into every poem or story. I believe every piece of art is "effective" in some way. Please follow along, and share your thoughts.
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Okay. Nice.