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− | Harry the Cross Dresser.
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− | Rubber lover, Harrietta<BR>
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− | Is not a brother, or a fella<BR>
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− | He has false tits, and kitten heels<BR>
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− | Not a chest and ankles made of steel<BR> <BR>
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− | His spiky rubber bag is old<BR>
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− | Cleverly patched with a Marigold<BR>
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− | It’s been so long since he wore cotton<BR>
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− | And only zips, never a button <BR> <BR>
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− | Harry’s a rubber Tube commuter<BR>
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− | Six foot tall in his Trannymuters<BR>
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− | Lots of people stop and stare<BR>
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− | Even more when he had pink hair <BR> <BR>
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− | Being a punk was such hard work<BR>
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− | Every day another jerk!<BR>
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− | Better to dye it back to brown<BR>
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− | Play his fetish lifestyle down <BR> <BR>
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− | A little less attention is better<BR>
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− | When all he wants is bread n butter<BR>
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− | Down to his local corner shop<BR>
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− | In skin tight leggings and a belly top <BR> <BR>
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− | He could blend if he wore a sweater<BR>
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− | Or maybe brown corduroys would be better<BR>
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− | That’s what a loving woman would ask<BR>
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− | It had happened in Harry’s past <BR> <BR>
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− | He’d had a wife, who he loved dearly<BR>
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− | But she couldn’t understand him clearly<BR>
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− | Take off that dress and put on some trousers!<BR>
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− | What about mother? Think of the neighbors! <BR> <BR>
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− | It went on like that for years<BR>
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− | Lots of heart ache, floods of tears<BR>
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− | Even though she was his lover<BR>
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− | He felt like they didn’t know each other <BR> <BR>
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− | Then on a bight and sunny morning<BR>
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− | Came the last, the ultimate warning<BR>
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− | ‘Harry, I want you as a man!’<BR>
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− | ‘You’re turning me into a lesbian!’ <BR> <BR>
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− | He was forced to wisely choose<BR>
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− | The rubber-wear would surly loose<BR>
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− | He had made his vowels for life<BR>
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− | How could he just leave his (darling) wife? <BR> <BR>
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− | The only decent thing to do <BR>
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− | Was to be loyal…to be true <BR>
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− | But then depression set right in<BR>
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− | When all his beloved rubber was thrown in the bin <BR> <BR>
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− | Time stood still for a couple of year<BR>
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− | Lots more heart ache, rivers of tears<BR>
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− | For he missed rubber in his (now) sad life<BR>
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− | More than he would miss his nagging (dear) wife <BR> <BR>
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− | This could not go on forever<BR>
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− | He needed a friend not a jealous lover<BR>
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− | Maybe she didn’t like his feminine side<BR>
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− | But Harry loved dear Harrietta with pride <BR> <BR>
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− | So one sad day they said goodbye<BR>
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− | With no questioning or reasoning why<BR>
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− | It was how it was meant to be<BR>
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− | She was free…and so was SHE! <BR> <BR>
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− | Alone again, but not as much<BR>
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− | Much more honest, much more in trust<BR>
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− | For Harry loves all things feminine<BR>
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− | Now the woman he holds dearest lives within…him.
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