Topic: the fall friskies... | |
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every year, about this time, when the weather starts a changin'...
and the leaves on the trees, begin their colors re-arrangin'. the breezes turn chilly, and sweaters are the rule... tight ones on the girly girls, can make a feller drool. there's something in the air it seems...a bit like Irish whiskey... when Autumn comes, I catch it...and darned if I ain't frisky! |
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VERY good and funny
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![]() ![]() Wanna play in the leaves with me Handsome? ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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cute.
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