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I saw pretty women walking through my door step, she was
looking tall and dressed elegant like the models, she has an
eye prettier than the sun set, she looked at me standing
impatiently with licking lip, Oh my i stated through
verbally,'' I felt sudden urgent to greet her with smile,
she gave me a quick look walking with the hip, her lips is
as red as a red rose, I must admit pretty women like her
make me stunned, she crossed the road looking at me as she
smiled, I start saying,'pretty women like you is impossible
to find,''
Posted: 2010-11-30 02:30:38 UTC

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