Body By Jack

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Body By JackDan rode a tractor all daypuffin' unfiltered Camelsa brown bag covered uphis friend Mr. Danielshe'd work a bottle at nightlazy as an old Blue Heelerhis belly fulla air, with more tires to sparethan an 18 wheelerhe had a body by Jack, a body by Jackwhiskey was his breakfast, dinner and snackalways something bad hiding in that sackhe had the weight of anotheron his chest and his backyeah, he had a body by JackPam hit drive-thru at the Boxback n forth from the officeshe loved to dip chicken stripsin those creamy saucesfilling her bag the first timemeant no need for secondscombos with curly fries, make them supersizedextra crispy on the chickenshe had a body by Jack, a body by Jackfast food was her breakfast, dinner and snackalways something bad hiding in that sackshe had the weight of anotheron her chest and her backyeah, she had a body by Jacksomehow they fell hot n heavy in loveand before they wed they wanted to get buffbut no pain...no gainso they bought a book by Jack LaLanneand started doing jumping Jackslater on their honeymoon,they stayed a week in their roomand weren't scared of heart attacksthey had a body by Jack, a body by Jackgood love was their breakfast, dinner and snackalways something bad hiding in their sackthey had the weight of anotheron their chest and their backthey both had a body by Jack(c)2004 Robert George