There was a young lady named Hatch Who would always come through in a scratch. If a guy wouldn't neck her, She'd grab up his pecker And shove the damn thing up her snatch. - Unknown, 1945
In the shade of the old apple tree I got all that was coming to me. In the soft dewy grass I had a fine piece of ass From a maiden that was fine to see. -1928
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