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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