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The Flying Roses
Old Jenny Wren and Old Robin Redbreast
were keeping house in Old Woodsey Town.
They swept the den and fluffed up the bed nest
with garden flowers and new pillow down.
For Valentine's he brought her some roses
which were growing by a big windowpane.
They were placed just so for human noses
but if they were not missed who would complain?
When flying home he thought of his wren
and noticed his cock getting bigger.
So when he found her...preening in the den,
he fucked that bird with passion and vigor!
She had hoped for an oral Valentine...
but beaks are terrible for good sixty-nine!
were keeping house in Old Woodsey Town.
They swept the den and fluffed up the bed nest
with garden flowers and new pillow down.
For Valentine's he brought her some roses
which were growing by a big windowpane.
They were placed just so for human noses
but if they were not missed who would complain?
When flying home he thought of his wren
and noticed his cock getting bigger.
So when he found her...preening in the den,
he fucked that bird with passion and vigor!
She had hoped for an oral Valentine...
but beaks are terrible for good sixty-nine!
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