MILKING IT

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They say milk does a body good
But the milk sacks get weary
And the milk can get sour
If too much the body’s deflowered
We pine and yearn to be milked
For what it’s worth under the kilt
But once the milk has spilled, what next?
We sit around highly perplexed
No use crying about it
Not even explain, sigh, or get high
Just another cheap thrill
To replace taking a pill
I’m milking this for all it’s worth
Because then, I live a life of mirth
And no, I don’t need a tweaking or a twerk
And yes, I do hate my reaction of knee jerk
If I could become the bee’s knees
Perhaps the cat’s whiskers wouldn’t make me sneeze
I could lap up all the milk that spilled
Maybe then could become fulfilled
So, my friends, milk is for babies
And it helps them grow
How about another show
Such as an episode of GLOW
Shining, naked, truthful bodies
Wearing disguises while sleeping in poppies
Maybe all the world IS asleep
As well, questions run too deep…(Supertramp)

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About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter word...love!
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