Rainbows and Butterflies

Originally posted by huckleberryhound
Just wondering why he likes the way Phlabbs has his mouth open. . .weird stuff 😕

Originally posted by mlprior
It appears that he is sneezing.

God Bless You Phlabbit!

Here, have a tissue!

Bows rained down on the battlefield
Like the stench of flies in butter.

Originally posted by huckleberryhound
Just wondering why he likes the way Phlabbs has his mouth open. . .weird stuff 😕

Oh Phlabby, Phlabby
You're not very Flabby
Your name rhymes with Kebabby
and Punjabbi

you moderate stuff, and don't act all crabby
when people tell you, you mod very shabby.
Labi
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THE MEETING OF THE WATERS.

There is not in this wide world a valley so sweet,
As that vale where the thighs of a pretty girl meet:
Oh, the last ray of feeling and life must depart,
Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.

Yet it is not that Nature has shed o'er the scene,
The purest of red, the most delicate skin,
'Tis not the sweet smell of the genial hill;
Ah, no! it is something more exquisite still.

'Tis because the last favours of woman are there,
Which make every part of her body more dear.
We feel how the charms of Nature improve,
When we bathe in the spendings of her whom we love.

Originally posted by XanthosNZ
THE MEETING OF THE WATERS.

There is not in this wide world a valley so sweet,
As that vale where the thighs of a pretty girl meet:
Oh, the last ray of feeling and life must depart,
Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.

Yet it is not that Nature has shed o'er the scene,
The purest of red, the most delicate skin,
'Tis not the swee ...[text shortened]... e feel how the charms of Nature improve,
When we bathe in the spendings of her whom we love.