Pretty Girl RocksA Poem by ROXANE DORSEY
Of gold n locks with ankle cut socks
Heir to the throne pretty girl is grown Stylish n niffy, she'll be any guy's Missy. I wonder if she'll skip to skip a skinny dip in a pool. She's out of school. Gees me dee lady got brains to tame, such a wild dame. Water makes her cool to turn around act a naked fool. Only in the woods would she stumble with looks of locks n gold wit knees exposed to frigid cold can heat under the mistletoe for warmth and love singing tunes going up above. The girls' have plenty good love for clever men in leather. For that pretty lady star, how I wonder where you are wit lots of locks n gold to put in centerfold.
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StatsAuthorROXANE DORSEYbaltimore, MDAboutlove poetry since it has been embedded in my mind deeply way back when I was 4 years old. A very good reader in pre-school. Nursery rhymes tuned me in even deeper. more..Writing
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