Her eyes looked down as though looking up would cost her beautiful visage.
Her eyebrows are correctly placed at the entrance of her smile.
Her hair black as you see is carefully spread around her headquarters of knowledge.
The lady I met.
look at her succulent lips full of domestic love that any investor would admire.
She is as calm as a snail guilty of stealing the old woman's porridge.
Look at how she is supporting her heavy piggy cheeks with her seemingly feeble hands.
She seems hot though I can't see the heat near her.
Her lously suspended shirt says it all.
I am not accessing her, just take your look at her and take me to court if you want.
(The Nabende writing family
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