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Telly belly
The evening wears on
While outside in the garden
Golden leaves cling on
The light is just right
For us to enjoy the night
Cradling a belly of joy
Not a girl or a boy
Crisps, dips and all the chocs
You are mine
A love on the rocks
Binging another show
In the warmth of the TVs glow
Mine is growing
increasing, expanding and showing
My telly bel...
Thursday 5th September 2024 3:26 pm
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