THOUGHTS OF THEBBY
I hear her face
I feel her smile
Make no mistake
I sense her all the while
Her debut
Auspicious
Her fru fru
DEEE-licious!
Thebby,Thebby ,Thebby
A perfume for those lost of scent
Enscapsulating as the swirling eddy
A catacomb of fantasy for those high on lament
Delightful wrappings veil her trappings
Precious pate of soft streams
She will smite those sour yappings
But never late to my loft dreams
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