My babies are 24, I forgot about baby oil. Lol.

Tossing pleasentaries; galas and house parties,
The saggy satin shorts fall with the music’s tapestry,
The wandering troubadour sings his language,
He smiles with reverential awe, humming,
With baby oil, his pocket change, like a flag on fire.
When a Man Drowns in Baby Oil.
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Mundia Mundia
Annelise Lords
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Sep 24, 2024
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My babies are 24, I forgot about baby oil. Lol.
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Written by Annelise Lords
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Helping you is Healing me! Let’s heal each other. thisisanneliselords@mediumauthor.com https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1664635
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