Lone writer (blast from the past poem)

She was sat there with her blond hair the object of desire with her short tight skirt and her vest top temperatures rose higher she had long legs and beautiful body with curved in all the right places and as sat alone she typed her heart out describing and tracing the stories of her life […]

Lone writer

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