Moms Don't Get No More Good Looking. Living Next Door, Mrs. Cynthia, Is The Beauty That Keeps Me Dreaming.
Loving Her 4 As Long As I've Been Living. We've Been Neighbors 4 Forever. I'm Only A Struggling Teenager.
Quieter Is My Heart Each Time I Get 2 C Her. Lord Almighty, I'm Waiting On Her Next Peck 2 My Cheek.
Weak, I Am, When She's Away On Family Vacations.
Emotions & Feelings Of My Teen Angst Have Availed Me Many Treasures On Behalf Of Such A Longstanding Crush (I Always Know Good Ol' God Is Way Up There Grinning @ Me).
Sleepy Now Suddenly Surrenders 2 Excitement. "She's Downstairs." Faster Than The Flash I'm There With My Usual Pleasantries.
Sighs. My Sighs Over The Sight Of Sights: My Crush On Cynthia Twiggs.
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Author:
Broken Ankh (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 3rd, 2022 04:11
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Comments1
ermmm, it's Friday
and you've got me thinking
of Miss 'gardenTease' Parker
from that funTastic film
titled, ermmm Friday..
lol
thank you! gonna gift myself
a few laughs and watch it again
over the weekend
'DaaaaaaMMMMMMMnnnnnn!'
🤣
lol Glad 2 Hear From U Again, L.B. I'm Very Well Pleased @ Your Politely Entertained. Yeah, "Friday" Wouldn't B Klassic Without The Everlovable Mrs. Parker. Have Plenty Of Fun, My Brother.
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