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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 |