Anchored.

Good day Mr Drew
How do you do?
I'm still feeling oddly
From thinking of your body 

Oh me! oh my!
Mr Andrew sir
What a big anchor 
You have hanging there!

Is it quite robust?
Is that a spot of rust?
Allow me to clean it
It needs a womens touch

Oh no! oh gosh!
How Mr Drew?
When I touched your anchor
It covered me in goo!
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Posted: Jul 2015

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WILDANDREADY
I LOVE THIS ELLE! I CAN RELATE TO IT! THATS WHY I WAS SO POPULAR IN SCHOOL!dancing TRAVIS
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