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She’s a glutton, she’s no kitten; she can stuff her face for Britain See her sitting in her Citroen, you can spot her from afar. She is buxom, she is brazen, see her bottom, it’s amazing, She is straining at the straplets of her cantilevered bra. She’s an airship, she’s a trawler, still I worship and adore her She’s a randy landslide riding in her flash French car. As a goddess, she’s the oddest, and she’s vulgar and immodest She’s the empress of breast, she is my sweet Dagmar. She’s no figment, she’s no fragment, she’s a fat fridge magnet and she’s sticking like a limp

I think, At some point, Everyone dreams of finding.. An Edward. Someone whose name you call, or whisper. And he's right there waiting. Someone who hums a lullaby, And holds you close, as you drift off. Someone who seems to just glitter, in the Sunlight, Whose eyes are often Topaz, Warm, And Reassuring. Someone who takes you to dinner, And ignores the pretty waitress. Someone who follows you, Watches you always, Secretly, Just to be sure.. You're always okay. Someone Romantic, Yet has a good sense of humor. Someone Ancient, Yet Young. Who'll save your life, No matter what. Who cries when you're injured. Someone who cleans