First kiss is magic
Her first kiss is magic,
the second is intimate,
the third is routine.
And then she bites your head off.
A mantis waits in a garden with flowers,
and you know you can’t resist.

Her first kiss is magic,
the second is intimate,
the third is routine.
And then she bites your head off.
A mantis waits in a garden with flowers,
and you know you can’t resist.

Every now and again I see a mantis. They are neat little killing machines.
Let’s be glad we’re bigger, Michael. This one is only a day old.
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