I once held a pretty young thing,

I thought she was so pretty, my week old fling,

By michael cogliandroPublished about a year ago • 1 min read

I thought she was so pretty, my week old fling,

but once I discovered a flaw

I held my open jaw

and dropped her as soon as she asked for a ring

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