The Thief Of Class 7

V Vishal Sharma Vishal Sharma
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She was a thief with large and busty hip seeing whom, my heart began to slip and, i adjusted it by appying a clip she was the talk of the class, and, she didnt even see me, alas! my failed intentions began to pass by seeing a sight of that busty lass. I want to talk to her, wishing god for it to occur, with her, I wanted this world to conquer, but, I was unaware, she was a heart broker We began to meet It was a season full of heat but my heart did want her treat she did give it to me with greet one fine day, My love was going to pay she told me, she hated me at bay though a full grown man, and not a gay.[wink]

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