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January 12, 2014
She has legs as long as one can remember,
and a cracking shape at that.
She is as tall when she is sitting down,
as most ladies are when they are not sat!
Yet her legs are always covered up,
in trousers or in denim jeans.
What a waste of natural beauty;
One can only hope sanity intervenes,
and she gives the world the benefit
of those amazing ‘god given’ pins,
by wearing more skirts and dresses,
and confines her leg-wear to the bins.
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