There's never enough Milkmaids. I called hello and I saw a bow In what one would call a small hollow. It was such a pretty little thing. But that could mean just anything. I have no secrets I could share But the little milkmaid's underwear made me think of creamy milk Well it would to someone of my... Sign in to see full entry.
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