IN THE HAY
By j.s.herscovitch
Sun, 12 Sep 2004
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IN THE HAY
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She kissed me in July....
I red and warm, fondled her breasts,
rolled her over in the hay,
laughed till we cried
and brushed the corn away.
words-j.s.herscovitch
1990
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