Quiver

Once I went down to the river Where I met a fine lass who's a giver She could raise the dead With the way she gave head I tell you she would make you quiver

Posted by Richard Handley at 11:54 PM  

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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.