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Dec 2021
for more use than to
entertain all of you.
These round plump *******
were put on earth to feed both

of my babies, with warm milk
that flowed out like pearly silk. This
pelvis was their home for nine months
till they were born. These arms

cradled them deep, as these lips
sang lullabies to send them to
sleep. These hands held
their heads till their necks were

strong. The hips that flounce
suspended their weight. Both boys
bounced on bended knees as they
grew. And these wobbly legs walked

the floor the nights they were colic
too. My body’s more than a pretty frame
for men to entertain.
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  60/F/Boston
(60/F/Boston)   
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