Please discontinue my subscription to this often spammed mailing list.
Happy holidays to everyone.
On Sat, 21 Dec 1996, Edna Candari wrote:
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> MY FIRST TIME
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> THE SKY WAS DARK, THE MOON WAS HIGH,
> ALL ALONE, JUST HER AND I.
> HER HAIR WAS SO SOFT; HER EYES SO BLUE,
> I KNEW JUST WHAT SHE WANTED TO DO.
> HER SKIN SO SOFT; HER LEGS SO FINE;
> I RAN MY FINGERS DOWN HER SPINE.
> I DIDN'T KNOW HOW, BUT I TRIED MY BEST;
> I STARTED BY PLACING MY HANDS ON HER BREAST.
> I REMEMBER MY FEAR, MY FAST BEATING HEART;
> BUT SLOWLY SHE SPREAD HER LEGS APART.
> AND WHEN I DID IT I FELT SO SHAME;
> ALL AT ONCE THE WHITE STUFF CAME.
> AT LAST IT'S ALL FINISHED; IT'S ALL OVER NOW.
> MY FIRST TIME EVER AT MILKING A COW.
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> FOR FIVE CENTURIES THIS POEM HAS BEEN PASSED THROUGH MANY HANDS. YOU
> MUST NOT BREAK THE PACT THAT HAS BEEN SET BACK A LONG TIME AGO. SEND
> THIS POEM TO FIVE DIFFERENT PERSONS IN A WEEK OR IT HAS BEEN
> PROVEN THAT YOU WILL LOSE SOMETHING THAT YOU LOVE. BETTER GET SENDIN!
> E. Candari
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