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bitch?

By jilli72950

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What the hell is a bitch? An un bearable itch? Warded off with a switch? Shiver up the back-twitch?? Is it measured by the colour of its hair? probably with much to spare.. One to which you'd give no care? My My, enough to make you swear! Can it be judged by the smile in its eye? Or maybe even by wearing a tie?? Does it make you sigh? Or does it make you cry? How about by its race? maybe it's a headcase! enjoying life by its own pace. then disapears without a trace! At least we know a bitch is not an itch, nor is it judged by its hair, not that you care... or even by the smile in its eye, or by wearing a tie, or even by its race,  though it just may be a head case... Written March 22nd, 2002 © on Mar 22 2002 02:58 PM PST   10 • 0

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