
I went for a walk with a local wench
we stopped and sat down on this oak bench
the leaves on the trees were both golden and brown
wind blown flurries falling to the ground
with this rain of beauty from above
my thoughts strangely turned to love
but when I said how about it dear
she said no chance, especially here

Ah, alas, no nooky for Bobby!
Love the poem/tale 🙂
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And with such lovely poetry, she still said no!
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So fickle, the female of the species
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Some are…😉
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