Her smile was sexy as a smile; her eyes
Were bright as eyes; her thighs were soft as thighs.
Her shape was oh so shapely and her laugh
Was happy as a laugh; her photograph
Is just a snap  –  through rosy specs my mind
Sees clear as clear her buttock-pink behind.

George Simmers

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