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Before I was in my prime.
I stood on the corner,watching the girls go bye.
Then still before my prime, I went off to war.
And watched bullets, and shells fly bye.
And watch my friends die near bye.
However I survided, and retirned to this Great Land Of Ours.
So you could yell,and spit at me.
I Took a job driving this land of ours.
So that I could continue watching, the ladies.
I sat in my two story living room.
Waiting for spring & summer.
That's when the flowers bloom , & sweethearts shed.
I looked at the dimples on the knees.
The pretty bumpers go round & round.
The custom headlights going up & down.
Some woman call me a prevert.
That is a lie.
I am a art critic, the land my museum
Each woman is a painting .
Each with their own lovely lines.
But then beauty is only skin deep.
Don't forget ladies in your prime .
I was the one that said you had a classy chassis.
I was the one who whistled.
I never made a lady feel bad, abouy herself.
But now that I am old . They seam to have forgotten me.
I who put a smile on their face, or made them laugh.
That's ok .
For now I am just hat perverted old voyeur.
Good night all
7/25/2011 9:34 am
I feel like copy into my blog. Thanks. At times, I feel the same way. When the coin flips, you are always on wrong side.|
Cum to my blog and respond. Have a great kissing fun time.
7/25/2011 9:54 am
Amen ..... Amen ...... Amen!!!!|