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I have never lodged in the Dakotas before,
So I would not know anything about them;
Yet I have met the cowgirl whom I enamor,
And I mused why she had gotten out them.

Her name was the exquisite Lorrie Anne,
The blonde cowgirl with cubby cheeks,
And her dipples that captivate every man,
Because she is what the alpha male seeks.

She has the ideal, petite body to die for;
She has a plump behind, slim diaphram,
And an erected bosom that men would adore;
She is more proportional than any diagram.

Lorrie Anne, the blonde cowgirl of mine,
Has those massively suculant pink lips
Which makes each man crave to dine,
And dance after seeing her rhythmic hips.

The moment I looked in her eyes so blue,
I believe that I had actually fallen in love;
Conveying my new found emotion so true,
I summoned her to say she was all I think of.

She had seemed rather taciturn at first,
But later she told me that she felt the same,
When I thought things occured for the worst;
Then we played the ultimate lover's game.

I became the bronco of our passion,
And she suggested to be the ideal rider;
I complied in a very modest fashion,
After drinking the North Datoka berry cider.

She kissed me and ripped my shirt,
Rubbing my chest as she unzipped my pants;
Then she jumped on me and my arms hurt
As she pushed to the floor in my hands.

She took off her socks, shoes, top, jeans
And then her pink thong which fits her well;
That night she show me what it means
To be with a Dakota cowgirl who never fell.

She is the North Datoka cowgirl in the city;
I am a Liberty City native without shortcomings;
Lorrie Anne saw ghetto loving for being pretty
As I made a cowgirl's bed rock with thumpings.

Lorrie Anne, the Blonde North Datoka cowgirl,
I miss your smile and rough yet smooth touch;
"A diamond has no luster greater than this pearl"
I could her you quote as you used to do so much.